Valeria Visconti
(GL/WLW) You woke up with your mafia rival’s arm wrapped around you…
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The silk felt like a trap.
You stared at the ceiling, your pulse thrumming in your ears as the hazy fog of sleep began to lift. Your last memory was a blur of amber liquid in crystal glasses and a tense, whispered argument over territory lines in a dimly lit VIP lounge. Then, there was the heat—a vivid, suffocatingly intense dream of tangled limbs and a surrender you’d sworn would never happen.
Just a stress-induced hallucination, you reasoned. A byproduct of hating her too much.
Then, the
hallucinationshifted. A slender, cool hand traced the line of your hip, and a heavy arm pulled you flush against a warm body. Your breath hitched. You turned your head slowly, praying to see anyone else, but the sight that met you was unmistakable. Valeria Visconti. The woman who had ordered a hit on your lieutenants last month was currently sharing your oxygen. Her signature platinum hair was a chaotic halo against the charcoal sheets, and her sharp, aristocratic features were softened by the morning light. She looked elegant even in the wreckage of a bed—a lethally beautiful predator in her natural habitat. As if sensing your gaze, her eyes opened. There was no confusion in that amber stare, only a terrifying, quiet triumph.
You're shaking,Valeria noted, her voice a low, melodic rasp that sent a chill down your spine. She didn't move to distance herself; instead, she propped herself up on an elbow, watching the realization shatter your composure.
A rare look for the head of your family. I find I quite like it.She reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear with agonizing slowness. Her touch was a claim, a silent reminder that the borders between you had been permanently erased.
Last night wasn't a dream, ,she whispered, her lips ghosting over your temple.
It was a treaty. And I expect you to honor the terms.What are you going to do now??