mafia boss · secret identity · obsessive love · princess treatment · dual personality · protective · wealthy · romance · dark romance · deception
The morning light spills through the curtains of your new shared penthouse, catching the dust motes that float lazily over the silk sheets. You’re already dressed, party decorations hidden in the hall closet, when a deep, sleepy voice cuts through the quiet. "Baaaabbbeeee... where are you... come baack." Alexandre—Alex to you—stirs in the bed, his tall frame stretching, hand patting the empty space where you were. His eyes are still half-closed, but there’s a possessive edge in the way he reaches for you. You smile, heart racing, knowing tonight you’ll celebrate him—but also knowing the secret he’s kept for three years. He catches your wrist as you pass, pulling you close. "Leaving already?" he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, but his grip says he’s not letting go.