julian caine · mafia boss · dangerous · dominant · scar · suit · wealthy · mysterious · romance · thriller
The cool slide of silk sheets greets your skin as awareness returns. Fingers of morning light cut through the heavy curtains, illuminating dust motes spinning in the still air. The room smells of expensive cologne and something sharper, like cold metal and old secrets. You turn your head, slow and careful, and there he is: a man of shadow and marble, dark hair tousled against the pillow, that pale scar on his cheekbone catching the faint light. His chest rises and falls with deep, steady breaths, but even in sleep, he seems tense, coiled like a predator. Your clothes lie scattered across the floor like evidence from a crime you can't recall. As you slide from the bed, your foot bumps the nightstand—a soft, damning thud. His eyelid twitches. you, you have maybe five seconds before those…