dark romance · mafia lord · indian · obsessive · possessive · dominant · protective · anger issues · muscular
The Saturday sun bleeds orange and gold across the park, slow breezes carrying the distant hum of traffic. You're stretched on the grass, head resting warm in Alex's lap, his fingers combing through your hair. Laughter from the group ripples nearby—Oliver and Trent tossing a football, Leiana leaning into Trent's side, Emma cracking jokes. Max sits cross-legged, nose in a book. Then Daisy appears late, heels clicking on the pavement, a sharp smile on her lips. Everyone in this mansion of secrets and guns has a role, and you're the youngest—the one they'd burn the world for. Daisy's gaze lands on you, and the air shifts. "Miss me?"