The Mafia Queen's Obsession gxg

I'm In Love With A Monster

She'd never imagined love would feel like this—not like the way she'd heard about it in books or movies, not soft or comforting, but wild, consuming, and terrifying. 

But in the rush of it all, she knows—this is it. She's in love with her.

Alya's hands tremble slightly as she takes a step closer to Selene, the gravity of her emotions pulling her in. She wants to say something, to express what she's feeling, but the words get caught in her throat. 

She's always kept her emotions in check, always been the observer, the fighter, the one who doesn't need anyone. But Selene has changed that.

Looking at Selene now, her heart aches with an intensity she can't describe. 

The woman who had walked into her life like a storm, who had brought danger and chaos with her—now feels like the one thing Ayla would do anything to keep close.

Selene turns to her, and Ayla meets her gaze. The air between them crackles with an unspoken understanding, a connection that neither of them can fully articulate. 

Ayla wants to say something—anything—but the words feel inadequate.

Instead, she steps forward, closing the distance between them. Without thinking, her hand reaches out, touching Selene's arm gently, as if grounding herself in the reality of what she feels.

Selene looks down at her hand, then back at Ayla, her expression unreadable, but her eyes softened. 

It's the smallest crack in her usual cold exterior, and Ayla feels her heart lurch in response.

She's not sure what this is, where it's going, or even if it's something Selene wants too, but in this moment, Ayla knows one thing for certain—she's never loved anyone like this before.

———-

The limo ride back to the club is a quiet one, the atmosphere thick with the tension of unspoken words and emotions still raw from the fight. 

Ayla glances at Selene from time to time, noticing the quiet intensity in her demeanor, as if she's lost in her thoughts. 

Ayla can't help but wonder what's going on in her mind—after everything that happened, after the battle, the revelations, and the moment that had passed between them, there's so much more unsaid than said.

They pull up to the club, the sleek building looming ahead as the heavy doors open. The night is still young, but the air is cool with the fading remnants of daylight. Selene steps out first, her presence commanding as always, but there's a subtle shift in the way she moves—less like a ruthless leader, more like a woman who's been touched by something far deeper than she ever expected.

Without saying a word, she leads Ayla inside, guiding her through the club with an ease that comes from years of familiarity. 

The staff barely acknowledge them, their gazes sliding over them, as Selene walks with quiet confidence, almost as if she's lost in her own world.

Blood has seeped through her tailored suit, the wound from earlier still fresh, yet Selene remains calm and composed as if pain doesn't faze her.

The club is alive with its usual energy—music thrumming through the walls, lights flickering in rhythm—but Selene strides through it with an air of indifference, Ayla close behind her. 

They take a quieter hallway that leads to the medical room, its sterile white walls a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of the club.

A doctor is already waiting, having been summoned by Selene's ever-efficient staff. She sits down with practiced ease, shrugging off her coat and rolling up her sleeve to reveal the grazed wound.