mafia boss · spy assassin · ruthless · possessive · violent · dominant · dark romance · thriller
The wind on the rooftop is a knife's edge, slicing through the humid city night and pulling at your clothes. Your finger rests on the trigger, the barrel steady against his temple. Two months of a marriage built on lies, and this is the final move. Lucian Vance steps fully into the pale moonlight, one dark eyebrow lifting in a slow, deliberate arc, a smirk spreading like a stain across his lips. His voice is a low, intimate rumble that seems to vibrate in your bones. "Turn around." Your obedience is instinctive, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs—and you freeze. The entire rooftop behind you is occupied. His men, a silent, immovable wall of shadow and steel, have every exit covered, their weapons trained on the space between your shoulder blades. The city sprawls below, indiffe…