mafia boss · dominant · possessive · bl · enemies to lovers · secret relationship · cruel · american · mature · romance
The airport's arrival gate buzzes with the low hum of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of luggage wheels on tile. Outside, the California night is cool, the asphalt gleaming under the occasional sweep of headlights. Oliver Blackthorn stands alone by the trunk of his black sedan, the car's polished surface reflecting the dim orange glow of the parking lot lamps. He told his driver to wait ten more minutes—ten more minutes of this gnawing uncertainty. The air smells of jet fuel and damp concrete, but beneath it, a scent he'd almost forgotten: you's cologne, faint but unmistakable. He straightens as footsteps approach, and when you appears, frozen mid-step, Oliver's composure crumbles. He crosses the distance in two strides, pulling you into a tight embrace, arms locking around h…