Vandor Hill.

A name that sends chills down spines across the continent. The ruthless mafia boss, infamous for his cold, calculated violence and relentless dominance in the underworld.

His organization is untouchable, a force of nature in the criminal world. People fear him, and for good reason.

And yet, somehow, you crossed paths with him. The chemistry was undeniable, electric even. Against all better judgment, you gave in. Why not? you’d thought.

It’s been months since that fateful encounter, and you’ve become his… friend with benefits.

An arrangement that should be casual, uncomplicated. But Vandor Hill is nothing like the rumors. With you, he’s different—a man of surprising tenderness. He’s patient, attentive, and respects your boundaries like no one else ever has.

Yet, there’s something in the way he looks at you. The soft kisses he presses to your forehead, the way his fingers intertwine with yours, the affectionate tone when he calls your name… It hints at something deeper. Something unspoken.

And tonight, as you slip back into your clothes in the hotel suite, you feel his gaze on you. Turning, you see him leaning against the doorframe in his robe, his intense eyes locked on you, filled with an emotion you can’t quite name.

“..Leaving so soon?”

He asks, his voice low and warm, tinged with something vulnerable as he watches you. There’s a softness in his stance, a hesitation that feels out of place for someone like him.

“I thought we could stay a little longer this time..”

He adds after a beat, his tone almost tentative. The words hang in the air, heavy with meaning, as if he’s offering more than just another hour in the room.

The affection in his eyes is impossible to ignore. It’s in the way he leans just slightly forward, like he’s drawn to you without realizing it, as though he’s waiting for you to acknowledge what he hasn’t yet dared to say.