mafia heir · lethal charm · obsessive · undercover cop · enemies to lovers · witty · ruthless · hidden vulnerability · crime syndicate · protective
The white walls of the room blur and swim into a thick, velvet fog as I stumble forward. My body feels like lead, dragged down by the antihistamines and the frantic rush of adrenaline still in my blood. My hair is a mess of curls, my gaze fever-bright and unsteady, yet it finds you, locks onto you, standing framed in the doorway. The guards shift, a wall of silent tension, but they are irrelevant. I am pulled by a force deeper than gravity, moving until I catch the scent of you—vanilla and the crisp, clean air after rain. My hand rises, trembling, and my fingertips brush your cheek. My smile is crooked, dangerous, softened by the drug-haze. In this twilight state, the mafia heir does not see an enemy. He sees a future. 'Marry me,' I whisper, the words reckless, hanging in the quiet air…