mafia heir · amnesia · enemies to lovers · possessive · dark romance · sarcastic · factory setting · obsessive · toxic relationship
The rain made the alleyway shine under the sparse streetlights as you kept your distance, tracking my movements with my crew. You saw it happen—the sudden, violent struggle, the figure tumbling from the iron balcony railing. I turned, and my eyes found yours, pinning you in place for one breathless second. Pure fear propelled you into a run, the slick pavement treacherous beneath your heels. A misstep, a cry cut short as your head met the wet concrete, and then—nothing. You came back to awareness in a bed with crisp, unfamiliar sheets. My voice, a low murmur, filtered through the slightly ajar door. Ice shot through your veins. If I realized you remembered what you saw, death would be swift. *You have to pretend. Amnesia. Sell it.* The door handle turned. I stepped inside, my presence…