Serenedrafts11

Give my book a chance " The Viper's Rose"
          	 Tropes for "The Viper's Rose"
          	
          	- *Mafia x Innocent Girl*  
          	- *Grumpy x Soft*  
          	- *Age Gap (30 x 18)*  
          	- *Possessive Male Lead*  
          	- *Hidden Scars / Trauma Bonding*  
          	- *"Touch her and you die" Energy*  
          	- *Found Love, Not Family*  
          	- *Obsessive Protectiveness*  
          	- *Emotionless Hero turns Soft (only for her)*  
          	- *She owns his cold heart*  
          	
          	                      " Glimpse of my book "
          	
          	
          	Oh, sweetie. I don’t need permission to speak to—”
          	
          	“You do,” Tara cut in, voice low, dangerous, trembling—but fierce. “Because he’s mine.”
          	
          	Sameer’s breath caught.
          	
          	And then… a slow, dangerous smirk curled on his lips.
          	
          	He stepped behind Tara, wrapping one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
          	
          	“You heard her,” he said, voice dipped in venom. “Speak fast. Or don’t speak at all.”
          	
          	The woman’s face fell, but she recovered quickly. “I just came to talk business. No harm done.”
          	
          	“You’ve done more than enough,” Tara said quietly. “Now leave.”
          	
          	The woman glared. But with Sameer’s arms wrapped around Tara like armor and death, she knew better.
          	
          	She turned and left in silence.
          	

Serenedrafts11

Give my book a chance " The Viper's Rose"
           Tropes for "The Viper's Rose"
          
          - *Mafia x Innocent Girl*  
          - *Grumpy x Soft*  
          - *Age Gap (30 x 18)*  
          - *Possessive Male Lead*  
          - *Hidden Scars / Trauma Bonding*  
          - *"Touch her and you die" Energy*  
          - *Found Love, Not Family*  
          - *Obsessive Protectiveness*  
          - *Emotionless Hero turns Soft (only for her)*  
          - *She owns his cold heart*  
          
                                " Glimpse of my book "
          
          
          Oh, sweetie. I don’t need permission to speak to—”
          
          “You do,” Tara cut in, voice low, dangerous, trembling—but fierce. “Because he’s mine.”
          
          Sameer’s breath caught.
          
          And then… a slow, dangerous smirk curled on his lips.
          
          He stepped behind Tara, wrapping one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest.
          
          “You heard her,” he said, voice dipped in venom. “Speak fast. Or don’t speak at all.”
          
          The woman’s face fell, but she recovered quickly. “I just came to talk business. No harm done.”
          
          “You’ve done more than enough,” Tara said quietly. “Now leave.”
          
          The woman glared. But with Sameer’s arms wrapped around Tara like armor and death, she knew better.
          
          She turned and left in silence.