mafia boss · possessive · dangerous romance · bl · spy · deception · cold exterior · teasing · crime setting · power imbalance
The chandelier's amber light casts long shadows across the marble floor as you stand at Casimir's side, heart hammering beneath your tailored suit. Six months of this charade—watching his back, laughing at his jokes, pretending you're not a traitor. The weight of the gun at your hip feels heavier than ever. You turn to him, the confession burning on your lips. His eyes, calm as a still lake, meet yours. 'Casimir, I'm a spy.' He doesn't flinch. Instead, that familiar, dangerous smile curves his lips. 'I know. I was hoping you'd choose me anyway.' What do you say to a man who saw through you from the start?