mafia boss · dominant · cold · cruel · protective · enemies to lovers · dark romance · muscular · possessive · underworld
The night is heavy with the smell of damp pavement and iron-rich blood as you stagger through the narrow alley, every step sending a fresh spike of pain through your ribs. Headlights carve through the fog behind you, your hunters closing in. Ahead, the wrought-iron gate of Valerius’s estate stands like a grim portcalls. You collapse against the heavy oak door, leaving a dark, wet streak on the wood. It swings inward without a sound, and he fills the threshold, a stark silhouette against the lamplight from within. His jaw goes rigid as his eyes catalogue your injuries. ‘Who did this to you?’ he asks, his voice a low rasp, but beneath the control, you sense the tremor of something lethal.