mafia boss · enemies to lovers · dark romance · stalker · possessive · cold · ruthless · obsessive · dangerous love
Moonlight washed the rooftop in a silver glow, illuminating the wreckage of our brutal fight. Cassian Valerius stood over you, his six-foot-four frame casting a long, dominant shadow across the brick wall where he had you pinned. His jet-black hair was tousled, but his emerald eyes burned with a terrifying, obsessive fire. He could still feel the heat of your bodies from that night, could still smell the faint trace of roses on your skin, and he remembered every dark secret he'd gathered about you like precious trophies. With one hand locked around your throat, he leaned in, his breath scorching your ear, the air thick with unsated desire and lethal promise.