The Mifia Prince's obsession (MM)

Dante

I sit alone in my dimly lit office, sipping whisky as my mind replays tonight's event.

I must stop this. Elijah is Maya's brother. OFF-LIMITS.
Not to mention the fact that he's a man.

But my mind rebels. Why should I deny myself. I want him.
As I struggle with my inner disere, Luka enters the room.

"Brother, what's going on?" Luka asks. My gaze remains fixed on the glass. "Just enjoying the night, Luka."

Luka approaches, concern etched on his face. "Don't play dumb, Dante. I saw you tonight. The way you looked at Elijah...."

My eyes flash with a warning. "Leave it, Luka".

Luka's voice takes on a serious tone. "Dante, listen. You're playing with fire. Elijah is Maya's brother. Family. "

My thoughts seethe. " I know. But I can't shake the feeling."

Luka's words cut through his reverie. "You can't let your desires destroy everything we've built". I set my jaw.

"I won't. But I need time to think"

Luka nods "Be careful, brother. Your heart and head are at war". He exists the room and my inner turmoil intensifies.

My eyes burn with intensity as my mind is consumed by Elijah. I can't shake this feeling, its suffocating me.

Whiskey swirls in my glass, forgotten.

His smile, his laugh, his eyes.....
My chest tightens. I've never felt this way before. It's like an inferno. So why should I care about societal norm? About family expectations?. My desire screams.

I want him. I need him

I imagine what his touch would feel like, his lips. Nothing else matters. Only him.

And in that very moment my resolve crumbles. I'll find a way to have him. No matter the cost.