Zyran Raichand, the ruthless, reserved & lethal mafia beneath the facade of a businessman. He wasn't the hero, but the villain. The villain who wouldn't burn the world down for you, but would hand you the matches and see you turn it into mere embers. The villain who would rather let you go if that saves you from his wrath, than cage you and let you face the world's anguish swords. "Main tumhare har ek rag se waakif hun." Eleanora Silverado, the reserved, bold & practical and self-made billionaire business woman. The one who would drench her knife in your blood and apply her lipgloss whispering, "mom I'm a rich man." The one who would rather let the agony seep to her veins until it crawls to her heart than to face her own agonizing wrath, her very own reflection. "I would rather die a thousand deaths than to live a life without him." Tropes • BDSM • Mafia Romance • Brother's best friend • Second Chance • Age gap • Trauma • Healing • Touch her and Die

"You look great even in a towel," he replies, smirking. "But you'd look even better without it, étoile chérie." Her breath catches at his nickname. "I heard you went to the bar after our fight. Care to explain?" Before she can react, Alastor advances, his hand gripping her throat as he pins her against the wall. The tension between them ignites, revealing the raw desire and buried passion that simmer beneath their surface. In a world where high fashion and mafia secrets collide, Ivelle and Alastor are drawn into a dangerous and seductive game. As their past conflicts and hidden desires surface, they must navigate the treacherous path between rivalry and irresistible attraction, all while facing the dark forces threatening to tear them apart.