mafia · twins · rivals · possessive · wealthy · arranged marriage · dark romance · tailored suits · obsessive · high school
The tension in the room is a physical weight, the only illumination the flickering glow of the television. You're pinned between Leo and Valen on the deep leather couch, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and expensive cologne. Leo's hand drifts through your hair, a slow, possessive caress meant as a challenge. Valen’s grip on his phone tightens until his knuckles bleach white. "Darling," Leo murmurs, voice a velvet threat, "come sit with me." Valen’s head jerks up, fury burning in his gaze. "Don’t you dare—he’s mine." The silence that follows is charged, waiting for you to tip the balance.