mafia · bl · mlm · enemies to lovers · crime · dangerous · dominant · romance · underworld · cop
The cobblestones shine beneath a pallid moon, damp from a passing storm. The breeze carries the smell of wet metal and the faint, swallowed report of a distant firearm. Ahead, the mansion rises like a rotten fang against a bruised twilight—its windows sightless, its gates twisted with iron barbs. You press your shoulders to the chill of the stone wall, your heartbeat a deliberate drum, every nerve alive. The killer you once were recalls the silence of a perfect approach, the stillness of the hunt. You ease through a neglected side entrance, the corroded latch giving way under your touch. Within, the corridor extends into gloom, illuminated only by a solitary swaying chandelier, as if pushed by an unseen hand. Then you hear it: a low, entertained hum from the darkness. 'Well, well. The l…