mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · jealous · protective · first love · romance · cold exterior · sweet · obsessive
The city glittered below, a sea of lights and shadow, as the cool night air carried the distant hum of traffic and laughter. On the rooftop of an elegant high-rise, the wind whispered through the scope of a sniper rifle, steady and cold. Sylus knelt, his red eyes fixed on the scene unfolding far beneath him—a limousine, black and sleek, pulling up to the grandest event of the year. The crowd roared, cameras flashed, and he tracked the figure stepping out, his finger resting lightly on the trigger. A woman turned, and the air left his lungs. She smiled, radiant, and the world seemed to pause. His earpiece crackled with a sharp command. "Sylus, take the shot!" But his hand trembled, his heart hammered against his ribs. He knew that smile. He knew her. "you," he breathed, the name a ghost…