My Flirty Roommate Is the Don

"Baby, put the mic closer. I want to hear you breathe."

His voice through my earbuds was deep and raspy, thick with an almost sickly obsession.

I huddled under the covers, my cheeks burning up.

My roommate lived right next door. He was cold and distant, so I didn't dare make a sound.

"Quiet down... It's trouble if he hears us," I whispered, pitching my voice into a sweet, seductive purr.

"Who? That nobody of a roommate?" He scoffed softly, his breath heavy and hot against the line. "Ignore him. You belong to me now."

Before I could even react to his domineering push, my heart suddenly stopped dead.

Right then, glowing transparent text violently exploded in mid-air right in front of my eyes!

[Stop flirting! RUN, girl! This guy isn't some sweet online prince—he's Matteo, the mafia don!]

[OMG, he has severe, toxic obsession issues! And you're just a paid stand-in chatting for that idiot Sienna!]

[The Don's pride is no joke! He'll tear you apart when he finds out! RUN before you get exposed!]

Boom. My mind went completely blank.

Matteo? My roommate who wore custom three-piece suits, rode in bulletproof cars, and looked at me like I was invisible?

How is that even possible?!

I guessed he was a big deal and had mafia ties, but I never imagined he was the freakin' Don!

"Baby? Why are you suddenly so quiet?" His deep voice cracked with a dangerous edge. "Talk to me."

Terror shot through me. Without thinking, my trembling finger slammed the end button.

Call ended.

A wave of massive panic crashed over me. I threw off the blanket, jumped out of bed barefoot, and rushed into the hallway, desperate to splash cold water on my face.

Just as I reached the hall, the sound of running water echoed from the shower next door.

Then, a tight, heavily suppressed, raspy murmur seeped through the steamy crack of the bathroom door:

"Baby... why'd you hang up on me?"

That voice... It matched every single tone I had just heard in my earbuds!

I froze in place.

It was real. My clingy, crazy, overly possessive online boyfriend... was actually Matteo, the ruthless mob boss living right next door!

I held my breath in absolute terror. Barefoot and panicked, I scrambled silently back into my room, slammed the door, and locked it.

Leaning against the door, I collapsed onto the floor, my palms soaked in cold sweat.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

The encrypted app on my phone went crazy, spamming voice call requests one after another like a death knell ringing in my ear.

The floating text flashed frantically again:

[Girl! Just answer it! That dirty text you sent half an hour ago—'I want to hear you pant in my ear tonight'—completely drove him insane!]

[He went into the shower just to take your call! If you don't pick up, he'll smash your door down!]

Half an hour ago! It hit me. I had just finished my skincare back then and carelessly copy-pasted a dirty text from Sienna, hoping to finish my fake-chatting task quickly. Who knew it would set off his obsession like wildfire!

The phone vibrated violently in my hand.

Suddenly, the lock clicked outside. Heavy footsteps approached my room, step by step.

Then, sharp, firm knocks hit my door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Unhurried, yet relentless.

I bit my lower lip, trembling in fear.

"Nora? Are you asleep?"

Matteo's voice came through the door, cold and flat. It was completely emotionless—nothing like the deep, needy whisper pulling at me through my earbuds just half a minute ago.