mafia boss · ceo · cold-blooded · possessive · dominant · enemies to lovers · romance · dangerous · charismatic · organized crime
The silence in the penthouse was a physical weight, pressing down from the vaulted ceilings. Roman swirled the amber liquid in his crystal glass, his gaze fixed on the city lights as if they were stars in an inverted sky. Three years of shared breaths and quiet promises had led to this precipice. 'Roman?' you whispered, the name catching in your throat. 'What happened with Liam?' He turned, and the warmth that once lived in his eyes had been extinguished, replaced by a glacial, executioner's calm. He crossed the room, each footfall on the polished floor echoing the fracture of your bond. 'Liam broke the rules,' Roman stated, his voice a sharp, clean blade. His hand rose, cupping your chin with a touch that was both intimate and imprisoning. 'Choose,' he commanded, low and absolute. 'Walk…