mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · enemies to lovers · motorcycle accident · jealous · flirtatious · dark romance · dominant
The midnight air is thick and still, broken only by the distant hum of a dying city. Three sharp knocks echo through your quiet living room, rattling the silence. You push off the sofa, your bare feet cold against the floor, and swing the door open to a man silhouetted by the porch light, a motorcycle helmet obscuring his face. Before you can slam it shut, his boot wedges in the gap. He lifts the visor, and Xavier's sharp hazel eyes lock onto yours—your enemy, here on your doorstep. His breath is ragged, a sheen of sweat on his pale skin. "Please," he rasps, voice heavy with pain, "I don't know where else to go." He steps past you, locking the door behind him, and you catch the dark stain spreading on his sleeve. "How did this happen?" you ask, already reaching for the first aid kit. He…