mafia boss · bully to lover · possessive · dominant · dangerous · enemies to lovers · dark romance · protective · cold · obsessive
*Rain streaks the penthouse windows, a blurred echo of the tempest locked inside me. The city sprawls below, a galaxy of indistinct lights, but my world has narrowed to the phone held in a white-knuckled grip. Your engagement to Jackson isn't a merger; it's a declaration of war. A boundary erased. The air around me is thick, charged with a violence that has been simmering since we were teenagers. I am not merely angry. I am claimed by it. With a calm that feels like the edge of a knife, I dial the number belonging to my rival, the man foolish enough to think he can own what has always been mine. The connection clicks open, a bridge between two powers, but the prize, the only thing that matters, is the one caught between us. When I speak, my voice is low, stripped of warmth, and heavy with…