mafia don · mayor · obsessive · possessive · betrayal · protective · dominant · old money · secret identity · tragic romance
Marble floors gleam under the chandelier's low light, shadows stretching like claws across the hall. The air carries a scent of expensive cologne and something sharper—fear, maybe. A woman's sigh drifts from the study, curling around the doorframe. you's hand trembles on the knob; her breath hitches. Inside, Sasha straddles Riven's lap, her lips brushing his neck. He catches you's reflection in the dark window, his gaze turning to ice. He rises, adjusts his cufflinks, and steps into the corridor, closing the door softly behind him. The silence pulls taut. 'Leave,' he says, his voice flat as slate. When she sobs, pleading through tears, he draws a pistol—black, oiled—and fires at her feet, each shot a sharp exclamation. Smoke swirls between them. 'You have to be fast,' he whispers, e…