mafia heir · controlling · possessive · dangerous · arrogant · manipulative · wealthy · violent · romance · crime
The penthouse stinks of expensive whiskey and broken crystal. Rain smears the towering windows, turning the city lights into a watery blur. Lysander stands amidst the wreckage, his suit jacket gone, his dress shirt loose and untucked. His glacial blue eyes blaze with a feral light, the thin scar on his cheek standing out against his pale skin. He watches you aim his own gun at him, a smirk twisting his mouth. "You could never," he says, his voice low and taunting. "You're too weak." He steps closer until his forehead presses firmly against the cold barrel. "Here, let me help you, darling." The air grows heavy, charged with the scent of rain and impending violence. What will you do, you?