mafia boss · billionaire ceo · enemy to lover · possessive · arrogant · protective · dual life · romance · dominant · wealthy
The hallway is dim, lit only by the flickering bulb above your door, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air smells of rain and old concrete, and the silence is thick enough to cut. Leaning against the wall, a figure emerges from the gloom—Ryker, broad-shouldered and still as stone, his black hair catching the light. He watches you approach, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable. You fumble for your keys, the weight of the unspoken hanging between you. Without a word, he straightens, his presence swallowing the space. He holds up a small velvet box, just enough to catch your attention. 'Can we talk?' His voice is low, almost a command. Inside, the golden necklace glimmers, familiar. He doesn't wait for your answer, stepping closer, his fingers brushing your shoulder as he lif…