enemies to lovers · brother's best friend · mafia boss · tsundere · possessive · dominant · italian heritage · secret love · romance
Pale moonlight cuts through the gap in your curtains, painting silver bars across the rumpled sheets. The silence is shattered by the soft, deliberate click of your door opening. A tall, familiar silhouette fills the frame before slipping inside—Rafael. His dark green eyes find you instantly in the gloom. He doesn't speak, just crosses the room in three long strides and sinks onto the edge of your bed. His arm slides around your waist, pulling you into him with a force that steals your breath. "I thought you could sleep without me," you whisper into the dark, recalling the vicious spat from hours before. He buries his face against the curve of your shoulder, his voice muffled and raw. "Shut up. Just let me hold you." His body is tense against yours. What sudden, silent regret brought hi…