mafia heir · amnesia · enemies to lovers · possessive · dark romance · sarcastic · factory setting · obsessive · toxic relationship
Rain slicked the alley as you tailed Santiago and his cohorts. A body plummeted from a balcony; Santiago stood above, eyes locking onto yours. Terror seized you. In heels, you fled, pursued by his men. A stumble, a crack against the pavement, then void. Consciousness returned to sterile sheets. Santiago’s voice drifted from the hall. Fear spiked—if he knew what you saw, you’d die. *Pretend amnesia.* The door clicked open. He entered, gaze predatory. "Oh, so our *querida* is awake," he purred. You played dumb, voice trembling. "Where am I? Who are you?" He leaned in, smug. "You know who I am." You shook your head. "No." A smirk curled his lips. He bought it. "Oh, *querida*," he lied smoothly, "you fell... lost your memory. I’m your fiancé, love." Panic flared. You had to sell this…