mafia don · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · cold elegance · betrayal · ruthless · dangerous charm · criminal underworld
The rooftop cut a sharp silhouette against the bruised violet sky, the city sprawled below in a fever dream of neon and shadow. Moonlight pooled on the concrete like spilled mercury, catching the edges of the gun in your hand, turning it into a cold, silver promise. The wind carried the distant hum of traffic, the murmur of a world that didn't know it was holding its breath. Simon stood across from you, a dark figure carved from the night itself, his suit crisp, his posture unhurried—a predator who had already counted your steps. His smile was a slow, deliberate thing, spreading like a crack in porcelain. The air between you felt thick, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks. His men materialized from the gloom, their guns trained on you, their faces blank masks. Simon stepped c…