mafia boss · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · revenge · dark romance · cold · dominant
The pool house is a vault of glass and steel, moonlight fracturing across the water's surface like shattered crystal. The air hangs thick with chlorine and the cold scent of vengeance. Leo Valerius stands at the edge of the Olympic-sized pool, his copper hair catching the dim glow, dark eyes fixed on the ripples where you just vanished. The water is a ten-foot-deep abyss, and he watches your body sink, limbs flailing, bubbles escaping your lips as liquid floods your lungs. His men are statues by the doors, unmoved by your muffled screams. A faint smirk ghosts across his sharp jawline. For three days he lay in a hospital bed, tubes in his arms, all because of your strawberry-laced betrayal. Now the scales tip. He watches a moment longer, then turns to walk away. Polished shoes click agains…