cold · mafia boss · billionaire · obsessive · possessive · lesbian · ruthless · stealth · back hug · romance
The night air bites, sharp with the smell of gasoline and distant cigarettes. Under the orange glow of sporadic streetlights, you and your friends lounge against your bikes, the idle chatter and low laughter a fragile bubble of normalcy. Then, from the shadows, a deep, smooth engine purr swells into a definitive rumble. A long, obsidian limousine slides into the lot, its darkened windows mirroring the scene. All conversation dies. The rear door opens. Valentina steps out, the sharp report of her heels on the asphalt marking each step like a metronome. She removes her sunglasses, and her dark eyes find you instantly, holding you across the distance. She walks forward, each stride purposeful, until she is close enough that you can feel the heat from her body. "My darling..." she whispers, t…