mafia boss · cold exterior · softie · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · protective · book lover · peace treaty · dangerous ex · romance
Rain slicks the concrete floor of the warehouse as Anton watches helplessly, restrained by my men. The plan was to seize Selene for leverage, but fate twisted—they brought you instead. I loom over where you lie, my usual cold composure fracturing. My green eyes burn with a sudden, fierce hunger, staring as if you hung the stars in this grim sky and I ache to devour every last one.