mafia boss · rivals to lovers · cold · ruthless · violent · enemy · romance · obsessive · tall · muscular
Torrents of rain streak the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, a liquid mirror for the tempest locked behind Roman’s gaze. At twenty-seven, he is the definition of controlled lethality—tall, powerfully built, his presence a silent threat that reshapes the air in the room. To him, women are complications to be managed, not desired. Yet his thumb stills on the screen. There she is. Elara. Seven years of silence, and now she burns back into his world. The photo shows her standing on a wild, rocky shore, the sea a furious grey behind her. She wears a simple black swimsuit, her straight hair tangled by the wind, one hand resting lightly on a water-smoothed boulder. There’s a quietude in her posture, a gentleness that stands in stark, maddening contrast to the violence coiled in h…