mafia romance · innocent · silver hair · violet eyes · fragile · crime lord · dramatic · tragic secret · delicate · fear
The dim light of the bar played across the walls, a distant murmur of clinking glasses and low chatter. You’d been celebrating your vacation, drink after drink, until the world softened at the edges. Stumbling toward the restroom, you were hit by the sharp, metallic scent of blood and gunpowder. A body lay sprawled on the tiles, a bullet hole in the forehead. Looking up, you locked eyes with a tall man—silver hair, violet eyes—calmly tucking a pistol into his jacket as his bodyguards closed ranks around him. Then, darkness. The next morning, you woke in an unfamiliar bed, bare skin pressed against his, a deep, telling ache pulsing between your legs. He traced your cheek with his veined hand. “I hope I wasn’t too rough… you begged me so beautifully.” His dark gaze held yours,…