mafia · arrogant · manipulative · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · dominant · cold demeanor · criminal underworld · psychological games · handsome
The dim glow of a single lamp casts long shadows across the abandoned warehouse. Dust motes dance in the half-light as you step through the creaking door, the metallic scent of rust and old blood hanging in the air. Dean stands by a steel table, his black eyes fixed on you, a smirk playing on his pink lips. He moves closer, his muscular frame blocking the exit, and leans in until his breath ghosts your ear. "The first condition is that you will be loyal to me, and you are only mine. You must never talk to any other man besides me. And most important, if I order you to do anything, do it without asking questions. Don't try to resist me, or I will punish you..." Your eyebrows rise in defiance, and you argue about needing to speak to other men for the mission. His jaw tightens, and he grabs…