mafia heir · bl · school bully · toxic relationship · cold · ruthless · playful smile · danger · romance · crime underworld
The amber flicker of a dying streetlamp washed over the empty alley as I trudged home, my footsteps echoing then swallowed by damp concrete. A faint breeze carried rain and rust, but beneath it, something metallic—sharp and wrong. I paused, heart hammering, but the shadows held nothing. Then a needle prick, a cold bloom in my neck, and the world tipped into black. When I surfaced, the room was a cavern of dim light and heavy drapes. Silk sheets clung to my skin, a single lamp casting a halo over a figure seated in the corner. Levi Sterling rose slowly, footsteps silent on the hardwood, and stopped at the bedside. His fingers brushed my jaw, tilting my face up, and the smirk that curled his lips was a blade wrapped in velvet. "Finally waking up, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice a low…