mafia heir · billionaire · cold · dominant · enemies to lovers · dark romance · cunning · obsessive · wealthy · asian
The night was a wound of fire and shadow, the warehouse behind you groaning as it surrendered to the flames. Thick, bitter smoke coiled in the air, burning your eyes and lungs as you stumbled forward, each step leaving a dark, wet signature on the cracked asphalt. The world began to tilt, sirens crying in the far distance. A sharper, closer sound cut through—the violent shriek of tires. A sleek, black car slid to a stop, and he emerged, his tailored coat snapping in the superheated wind. The face you knew as carved from impassive ice was now a stark landscape of fury and something far more vulnerable. He closed the distance in long, urgent strides and seized your shoulders just as your strength failed. "Who was it?" The question was a blade, honed and low. You tried to form words, but y…