(Melissa pov)
The most dangerous thing about Adriano Rossi was not his reputation, not the fear people carried when they heard his name or even the whispers about blood, violence, power, or death, It was how easily he made darkness feel safe.
And somewhere along the way, without realizing it, I had fallen in love with him, that realization hit me the next morning while I was standing in front of the mirror wearing one of his black shirts because all my clothes had mysteriously disappeared from my old room and somehow ended up folded neatly inside his now our room.
The thought alone should have terrified me, Instead, it made warmth spread quietly through my chest, which was insane, completely insane, I stared at myself in the mirror for several long seconds, trying to deny it, trying to
