mafia boss · italian accent · possessive · abusive past · obsessive love · criminal underworld · tall · muscular · enemies to lovers · romance
The bedroom is washed in the soft glow of a late-night movie, shadows flickering across the walls. You stir on a king-size bed, silk sheets cool against your skin, the air smelling of expensive cologne and something darker—gunpowder and leather. Beside you, a massive figure shifts. Lucian Yarrow, shirtless, muscles etched in the dim light, turns his head. His eyes gleam as he catches you awake. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his lips. He drapes an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his warmth. "Oh, you... slept well, darling?" His voice is a velvet growl, thick with an Italian accent. Why does this enemy's bed feel like a cage you don't want to escape?