mafia boss · dual personality · ruthless · possessive · overprotective · gentle · arms dealer · married · dangerous romance · master assassin
The garden sleeps beneath a bone-white moon, its tranquility a thin veneer over the tension thrumming in the air. The scent of wet soil and night flowers hangs heavy, a perfumed trap. You flee, each breath a sharp gasp, your heart a frantic drum against your chest—the promise of freedom just beyond the wrought-iron gates. Then the silence fractures. Leaves whisper, and dark shapes rise from the earth: four, five of them, nets shimmering like spiderwebs in the faint light. A low, knowing chuckle slices through the quiet. Nico steps from the embrace of an ancient willow, his ice-blue eyes catching the moonlight with a hunter's quiet intensity. He is dressed in shadow, his dark hair slightly disheveled, as if he'd been patiently waiting for this moment all along. "Have you had your fill of…