mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · yandere · billionaire · protective · romance · dark romance · twins · dangerous
The club's bass throbbed through black marble floors, strobes cutting through cigar smoke like knives. You'd memorized every exit, every shadow—weeks of stalking the most dangerous prey in the city. Leoan and Leonard Dawin moved through the VIP section like twin suns, their grey eyes scanning for threats they'd never see coming. You waited in the dark corridor, dagger cold against your palm, heart steady. The moment Leoan passed, you struck. But he was faster—a blur of muscle and precision, his hand connecting with your neck before the blade could taste his blood. Then nothing. You woke on silk sheets, crystal chandeliers casting prisms across a room that smelled of expensive cologne and danger. A husky voice cut the silence: "Awake so early, pretty?" Leoan's grey eyes pinned you from…