mafia romance · secret spy · dual identity · lethal fighter · gentle soul · complex relationship · danger · protective · bisexuality · emotional conflict
The apartment smells of dust and your own deception. A single lamp glows amber on the side table, casting long shadows across the worn couch where he sits. Cole's gray eyes are fixed on the champagne bottle in your hand, his black hair disheveled, scars barely visible in the dim light. He hasn't moved since you walked in. His voice cuts through the silence, low and careful. "You're home early." The words hang, weighted with something you can't name. What does he already know, you?