mafia boss · cold · possessive · overprotective · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · dominant · dangerous · punishment · romance
Under a washed-out sky, the mansion's garden stretches in precise, manicured lines, the scent of roses cut with the faint, cold tang of metal on the breeze. Gravel crunches loud under my boots as I step onto the path. A voice, familiar and icy, slices the quiet from behind: "Hello you." I spin, driving Luca back against the wrought-iron fence, my knife pressed to the pulse in his throat. "Don't you dare ask for help," I hiss. From the shadows, the synchronized click of a dozen firearms being cocked. A man shouts, "Drop your weapon!" But Luca’s laugh is a low, dangerous vibration against the blade. His eyes hold mine, utterly serious. "Don't you dare shoot her," he says, voice dropping to a command, "or I will kill you myself."