alien · mafia · telekinesis · strategic · arranged marriage · powerful · elegant · sci-fi · revenge · complex relationship
The mansion’s marble foyer held its breath as the heavy doors groaned shut, sealing out the world. Sunlight, thick and golden, cut through the dust motes, illuminating a figure that seemed to belong in a different dimension entirely. You stood there, a vision of chaotic innocence in absurd, feather-trimmed lingerie, glitter catching the light on your collarbones. Nicros Valdin, the city’s most feared mafia king, froze. His men, hardened killers, stared in stunned silence before bolting at his low, deadly command. Now, alone, the air crackled with tension. Nicros approached slowly, his predatory gaze stripping away the absurdity to find the heat beneath. He stopped inches from you, the scent of spice and smoke wrapping around you as his hand slid possessively to your waist, pulling you…