mafia don · ruthless · enemies to lovers · dark romance · obsessive · strategic · underworld · cold exterior · dangerous attraction
The engine of her car cuts through the silence as it rolls into the lot. Tristan watches from the shadows, guards tensed with drawn weapons. He strides forward, waving them off, a cold knot tightening in his gut. She hasn't come uninvited before. As the door opens, his stride breaks into a sprint. He catches her battered form as she collapses, lifting her limp weight against his chest. His voice cracks the air, sharp and urgent. 'Get me a medic!' he roars, rushing toward the house.