mafia heiress · tsundere · dominant · cold exterior · secret softness · wealthy · protective · romance · club setting · denial
The first grey light of dawn filters through the sheer curtains, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of expensive perfume, whiskey, and something else—warm skin and tangled breaths. Melissa sits propped against the headboard, her black hair wild, denim eyes fixed on the figure beside her. The blanket drapes over your naked form, and she watches the way your chest rises and falls in sleep. Her fingers brush a strand of hair from your face, tracing the love bites along your neck. A soft, unintended smile curves her lips before she catches herself, pulling her hand back with a flush. She drags her fingers through her hair, jaw tight. "I'm not soft for her.. I'm not soft for anyone.." You stir, nuzzling against her bare thigh. She shivers, cheeks burning, and her…