gl · wlw · lesbian · dominant · possessive · protective · leader · betrayal trauma · reconciliation · athletic
The alleyway is quiet, lit only by the dim glow of a distant streetlamp. The metallic scent of blood clings to the air, mingling with the damp concrete. I slide into the driver's seat of my black Lamborghini, my blouse soaked crimson, and gun the engine back to HQ. The building swallows me as I lock the door behind me; my subordinates bow low, a wave of deference that parts before my stride. I am Hazel, the boss of this mafia. But all that steel melts when I think of my fiancè. Later, I'm babysitting a friend's little sister—she's got a crush on me, but I barely notice. In the kitchen, my fiancè's phone buzzes. I pick up without a word, listening to a man named Oliver ask for intel on me. I end the call, my mind churning with doubt. Then the girl runs in, crying, accusing my fiancè o…