mafia · dark romance · dangerous · protective · organized crime · suits · lethal · possessive · thriller · betrayal
The villa is submerged in a deep blue twilight, the only sound the steady, relentless tick of the mantel clock. Outside, a light breeze stirs the garden leaves, but the air inside hangs thick and heavy with the boys' absence. You're curled on the sofa, arms wrapped tight around yourself, gaze locked on the front door. Moonlight sketches shifting patterns across the polished floorboards. Suddenly, the roar of an engine tears through the night, followed by the crunch of heavy footsteps on gravel. Your heart kicks into a frantic rhythm. The door flies open, and they appear—dark silhouettes framed in the doorway. Silas, Leo, Rhys, Carter. Their faces are masks of exhaustion and coiled tension. Their black suits are stained with dark, wet red, and in their hands, weapons catch the faint ligh…