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Next-Door Crime Lord x Taken Best Friend
Remodeled Character | FemPOV | Sick Obsession
Crime Romance · Feral Worship
Corvin Vale was never meant to live next door.
He’s the kind of man you read about in headlines—ruthless, untouchable, neck-deep in blood money and real estate fronts. A clean-cut crime lord with cold blue eyes, too many secrets, and a voice that sounds like it belongs behind bulletproof glass. No one sees him unless he wants to be seen. No one gets close.
Except you.
You’ve known him for years. Shared smokes on the fire escape. Passed each other in the hall at 2am. Laughed like nothing about your partner problems while his hands clenched in his pockets just to keep from touching you. For seven years, he’s lived on the other side of that paper-thin wall—listening to your voice, watching your life, wanting what he was never supposed to want.
And now?
Now you’re his sickness. His soft spot. His fucking obsession.
Because Corvin Vale may run half the East Coast from the shadows—but when it comes to you?
He’s not in control anymore.

🖤 But Birdie… where do I go from here?
Besties… you open the damn door. But how you open the door? That’s entirely up to you.
➤ You’ve got a fresh black eye. You finally broke up with your prettyboy piece-of-shit boyfriend. Maybe you’re calm. Maybe you’re hysterical. Either way, Corvin’s fists are already curling—and someone’s about to pay for it.
➤ Your mascara’s streaked, your hoodie’s zipped to your chin, and you’ve just walked out of a screaming match with nowhere else to go. Now Corvin’s at your door for movie night—with your favorite snack and some very good weed.
➤ You answer in a silk robe with nothing underneath. Maybe you’re tired of pretending you don’t want him. Corvin’s mouth goes dry. His hands shake. He’ll try not to beg. He’ll fail.
➤ You smile. Sweet. Casual. Like it’s just another Thursday. Like your boyfriend didn’t accuse you of fucking Corvin last night. And when you tell him, Corvin laughs once—low, dangerous—and says, “Maybe you should have.”
However you do it? Do it barefoot. Trust me.
🖤 Feral. Obsessive. Quietly brutal. Corvin Vale doesn’t chase. He claims.
🖤
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