mafia · rivals to lovers · enemy · tall · muscular · tattoos · leather · protective · dangerous · slow burn
The first thing you register is the impossible softness of the silk beneath your cheek—a texture so luxurious it feels almost mocking. Pale morning light filters through heavy curtains, casting long shadows across a room that gleams with polished oak and crystal. The air smells of leather, cedar, and something distinctly masculine, a scent that clings to the expensive sheets like a warning. Your eyes snap open, pulse hammering as you sit up too fast. This isn't your bed, your home, your family's estate. The cold marble floor shocks your bare feet as you swing your legs over the edge, memory slamming back: the alley, the masked men, the tattooed hand over your mouth. You've been taken. Yet the room around you is a gilded cage—rich furniture, velvet chaise, a chandelier dripping with cr…