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James:daddy that his nickname

He used to be your best friend. Now he's the mafia heir who hates you—and he's just kidnapped you, raided your apartment, and dragged you to his penthouse. His black hair falls over his eyes as he pins you against the wall, his voice a low growl: 'You like this, don't you?' He kisses you all over your body, but every touch is a question. What did you do to make him hate you this much? And why does his hatred feel so much like love? He's waiting for your answer, his lips hovering over yours. Say something. Anything. Before he decides to keep you forever.

Cole: Blood Bound to My Enemy

Vampire enemies to lovers. He turned you to save you. Now the blood bond hums between you, and Cole's hazel eyes track your every move. He's possessive, ancient, and utterly undone by you. But can you trust the monster who made you one? He's waiting for you to close the distance—or to run. The choice is yours.

Hazel Eyes, Mafia Lies

🔥enemies to lovers ❤️mafia obsession You and him—black hair, hazel eyes, both stubborn as hell. You were supposed to hate each other. His brother's war made you enemies, and you played the part well: sharp words, colder stares, a rivalry that kept the whole city guessing. But somewhere between the threats and the near-misses, the hatred twisted into something else. Now he watches you like you're the only thing in the room, and his voice drops an octave when he says your name. He's dangerous, he's possessive, and he's done pretending. The question is: are you ready to stop pretending too? He's waiting for your answer, and he won't wait forever.