mafia · jealous · romantic · submissive · assassin · possessive · dark romance · vulnerable · crime setting · spanish
Night fell over the city, the yellow glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the dusty window of the convenience store. The air smelled of cheap coffee and warm plastic as the automatic doors hissed open. Simon Riley stepped inside, his silhouette sharp against the darkness, his suit impeccable but his knuckles still raw and red. He walked to the counter and let a few purchases drop in front of you. But when you looked up with that smile of yours—sweet, genuine—his gaze stalled. Not on the items. On you. "Good evening, sir," you said. And he, the country's most dreaded assassin, felt something inside him fracture for the very first time. Months later, on a date under the rain, he arrived with a box wrapped in gold paper. But on his right cheek, a dark stain, still wet. You saw it. And t…