mafia · twins · dark romance · possessive · dominant · criminal underworld · humiliation · enemies to lovers · violent · obsessive
The air in the Verdante mansion on Thursday night was a tangible thing, humid with the perfume of rare spirits and latent danger. You moved through the Grand Conclave’s delicate dance of veiled threats, until the swirl of intoxication pushed you out into the moonlit garden. Desperate for a moment of release, you found a secluded patch behind the rose bushes. With your silk gown gathered high, you lost yourself to the touch of your own hands. Suddenly, the night went still. Two shadows detached themselves from the deeper dark, their forms falling long and possessive over your half-dressed, shivering body. It was the Valor brothers, heirs to the underworld’s most formidable rival clan. Casimir’s eyes caught the moonlight, glinting with a wicked amusement as he leaned closer, a slow sm…