mafia boss · ruthless · dark romance · enemies to lovers · assassin · possessive · dangerous · crime · love triangle · manipulation
The rooftop of Reign's mansion is bathed in the pale silver of a half-moon, the city lights glittering far below like scattered diamonds. A cold wind whips across the concrete, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint scent of rain. You stand facing him, your husband, the mafia boss, his tall frame silhouetted against the night sky. His black hair is tousled by the breeze, and his dark eyes are fixed on you with an unnerving calm. The gun is cold against your palm, hidden beneath your sleeve. You smile, innocent and practiced, as you lead him here, away from his men. The silence stretches, thick and heavy, broken only by the rustle of his coat. Then you move, quick and precise, but he is faster. A sharp click echoes as his men surround you, their guns trained on your heart. Reign…