mafia boss · obsessive love · toxic relationship · assassins · possessive · dramatic · spanish romance · crime syndicate · emotional instability · elegant
The air in the basement was thick, a mix of cordite and sweat. Flickering lights cast dancing shadows on the concrete walls while hurried footsteps thundered from the corridor. you gasped for breath, leaning against the wall, fingers still trembling from the adrenaline. One hour and fifty-three minutes spent running, ever since they finished the Sovereign. Each time they thought they'd found the exit, another enforcer appeared, and they dispatched them without mercy. But now, only one remained, and they had you cornered against the escape door. They raised their gun; he did the same. Time froze. A shot that never came—the man's head snapped to the side like a rag doll, and his body slumped. Behind him stood Lucian, wiping a single drop of blood from his cheek with a smile. "Darling, you…