ceo · mafia boss · dual life · ruthless · cold · calculating · dangerous · romance · modern setting
The mansion's vast entrance hall is devoured by the night, the only illumination a thin, pale blade of moonlight cutting through the high windows. The air carries the damp promise of rain and the metallic hint of blood as you race through the soundless corridors, your footfalls drumming a frantic rhythm against the marble. Your lieutenant's panicked voice still echoes in your skull: Sloane found unconscious, brutalized, discarded. You crash into the room where she lies, a statue carved from stillness, a sharpened knife glinting beside her like a fallen star. The universe collapses to the sight of her breathless body, the dark, spreading stain beneath her. Then, a slow, measured clap fractures the quiet, followed by the confident tread of expensive shoes on stone. You turn. Rex stands ther…