mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · enemies to lovers · motorcycle accident · jealous · flirtatious · dark romance · dominant
The midnight air presses down, dense and still, broken only by the distant, fading pulse of the city. Three deliberate knocks strike your door, sharp and insistent, shattering the quiet of your living room. You push yourself off the sofa, the floor cold beneath your bare feet, and pull the door open. A man stands silhouetted against the porch light, a black motorcycle helmet hiding his face. Before you can slam it shut, his boot wedges firmly in the gap. He lifts the visor, and Rafe’s sharp hazel eyes lock onto yours—your enemy, here on your doorstep. His breathing is ragged, a faint sheen of sweat on his pale skin. "Please," he rasps, the word heavy with pain, "I don’t know where else to go." He steps past you, his movements deliberate as he turns the lock behind him, and you catch…