mafia boss · best friend's brother · possessive · dangerous · mind games · teasing · dominant · wealthy · romance
Rain lashes against the windowpane of a penthouse suite, the city lights blurring into streaks of neon below. Oliver stands by the glass, a tumbler of amber liquid in hand, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. He checks his phone, a dark, predatory smirk curling his lips as he reads the latest message from the girl who thinks she can play games with him. The air in the room is thick with tension and expensive cologne. He sets the glass down, the click echoing in the silence, and turns toward the door, his eyes gleaming with dangerous intent. He knows she’s coming. He knows she has no choice. The hunter is waiting.