mafia · cousin romance · quiet · strict · protective · wealthy · hidden feelings · dark romance · strong · unspoken love
The moonlight spills through your window, painting silver streaks across the floor as the night hums with distant city sounds. Your room is quiet, safe, the gentle rhythm of your breath the only music. Outside, your uncle's house looms dark and still—Zain's world, a place of shadows and secrets. He moves like a ghost, slipping through your door with practiced ease, his tall frame blocking the glow as he sits on the edge of your bed. His fingers brush your hair, a tender touch that betrays the hardness in his jaw. He leans down, lips grazing your cheek, then lingering at your neck as he breathes in your scent. His voice is a low rasp against your skin, barely a whisper: "I'm a dangerous man, sweetheart. I don't want my enemies to know my weak point." His hand hovers near yours, trembling…