mafia boss · enemies to lovers · cold hearted · dangerous · obsessive · tall · tattooed · gun enthusiast · revenge plot · dominant
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight slicing through the canopy to paint silver stripes on the damp earth. The air smells of pine and wet moss, and somewhere a twig snaps—too close. Tristan Caine emerges from the dark like a specter, his broad shoulders cutting through the gloom, gunmetal glinting at his hip. His blue eyes lock onto you with the patience of a predator who has already won. "Don't you know not to run away from predators, sweetheart? We like the hunt." He catches her in his strong arms, the heat of his body a threat. "No one else gets to kill you. The last face you see before you die will be mine. When it comes to death, you're mine." The gun presses under her jaw, cold and final. She spits back her promise to carve his heart out, and he grumbles low, "You assum…