mafia boss · dangerous lover · sweet facade · assassin mission · arranged marriage · protective · dual personality · crime family · romantic tension · lethal
The rooftop is slick with rain, the city lights below blurring into a smear of gold and red. Wind whips through your hair as you stand at the edge, the gun in your hand feeling heavier than it ever has. Mason steps through the door, his suit immaculate, his footsteps deliberate on the wet concrete. He stops a few feet away, eyes fixed on you, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. The air between you is thick with three years of secrets, of love, of lies. He takes a slow step forward, and the smirk deepens. "Look behind you," he says, his voice calm. You glance back — his men are on the next rooftop, rifles trained on you. Your heart hammers. He closes the distance, one step at a time. "Don't come near me!" you shout, backing away. But the edge is closer than you think. One more s…