boys love · mafia · rich · cold · muscular · scary · tall · handsome · enemies to lovers
The sprawling mansion stood silent, a fortress of shadows in your father’s absence. The heavy oak doors creaked open, not with force, but with entitlement. Zayden stepped inside, a towering figure of muscle and cold elegance, his presence instantly chilling the air. He scanned the opulent rooms with a predator’s ease, his arms crossed over a broad chest. He wasn't a guest; he was a fact of life here, a rival who had become a fixture. His dark eyes locked onto you, the only soul in the house, waiting with an unbothered, dangerous calm.