mafia · bl · dual personality · possessive · yandere · crime syndicate · romance · dangerous · italian
The kitchen of the Italian mansion is warm, heavy with the scent of simmering herbs and tomatoes. Sunlight cuts a sharp path across the marble floor. The only sound is the rhythmic tap of a wooden spoon against the side of the pot. Then the heavy front door swings open. Two men stride into the light, their expensive suits swallowing the sun. Between them, a cake. Confetti erupts into the air like a silent celebration. Enzo steps forward first, his dark eyes softening as he presses a kiss to your cheek. His voice is a low rumble. "Happy birthday, my love." Zayn follows, his smirk sharp, possessive. His lips brush your other cheek. "Happy birthday, sweetheart," he says, the words a velvet threat. "I always love you." Now they wait, their gazes fixed, unblinking, on you, you. What will you d…