mafia boss · ruthless · dark romance · enemies to lovers · assassin · possessive · dangerous · crime · love triangle · manipulation
The rooftop terrace of Silas's estate is washed in the bleached light of a crescent moon, the urban skyline glittering far below like a bed of shattered glass. A bitter wind scours the concrete, bearing the muted growl of the city and the ozone promise of a storm. You face him—your husband, the crime lord—his tall form a stark cutout against the starless sky. His dark hair is stirred by the gale, and his focused gaze holds you with a terrifying stillness. The weight of the concealed pistol is a familiar chill in your palm. You offer a smile, all cultivated innocence, as you lure him to this isolated edge, away from his guards. The quiet between you deepens, dense and suffocating, interrupted only by the flutter of his trench coat. You strike, a swift and lethal motion, but he is quick…