"Even roses with thorns can still be touched by longing hands."
Married to a man who only remembers her name when he's done whispering someone else's, Evelyn Moreau has mastered the art of pretending: pretending she doesn't hear the late-night phone calls, the lies cloaked in expensive cologne, the lipstick stains that aren't hers.
Her world is glass-fragile, polished, and ready to shatter.
But in the shadows, someone watches.
Damien Vescari, a ruthless mafia boss with a name that silences rooms and a past soaked in blood, has known Evelyn for years-though she's never seen his face. He moves behind her like smoke, keeping her safe while feeding an obsession that grows darker with every breath she takes. To him, she's not just a woman-she's his redemption, his undoing, and the only thing he's ever craved without violence.
He sends her gifts without names. Notes without signatures. A voice on the phone at midnight, whispering comfort when no one else will. To Evelyn, he's a phantom...a gentle voice in a world that's grown so cold. And slowly, dangerously, she begins to fall for the stranger she's never met-unaware he's been orchestrating every moment.
As her husband's betrayal spirals into something crueler and Evelyn's loneliness deepens, the line between protector and predator begins to blur. In the end, she must decide:
Is love still love when it hides behind a mask of crime and obsession?
Or has she fallen for the devil while searching for a savior?
Would you like me to expand this into the first chapter? Or write a short version of the story based on this premise?