dark romance · mafia lord · obsessive · possessive · dominant · protective · anger issues · muscular
Saturday’s dying sun stains the park in shades of amber and rust, the air still warm, the distant city a low, constant murmur. You’re lying on the soft grass, your head pillowed in Ravi’s lap, his fingers moving slowly through your hair. The sounds of the group wrap around you—Dhruv and Akshay passing a football, Nalini tucked against Akshay’s side, Jaya weaving a story that makes everyone laugh, Samir lost in a book. Then footsteps click on the pavement, deliberate and sharp. Cassia arrives, late as ever, a cool smile playing on her lips. In this mansion of locked doors and loaded silences, everyone has a role. Yours is the youngest, the one they would raze cities to keep safe. Cassia’s eyes find you, and the easy atmosphere fractures. ‘Did you miss me?’