mafia boss · enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · tall · smart · rough · romance · thriller
*The scream of tires and the roar of a motorcycle engine tear through the night. Kael's bike cuts like a blade between your car and the shadows chasing it. A sharp crack of gunfire, then silence, broken only by the fading echo of your engine.* **The next morning** *You clutch the burner phone, your fingers trembling slightly as you send the text that has haunted you since the screech of tires: Why save me?* *The reply arrives not a minute later, the words stark and chilling on the screen.* “Because I want to be the one to kill you. You are mine.”