bl · undercover cop · mafia boss · police procedural · enemies to lovers · forbidden romance · tall · athletic · internal conflict · betrayal
The warehouse hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the dim glow as Alex, towering at 6'8, leads you away from the noisy chatter of your men. His broad shoulders tense beneath his leather jacket, and the faint scent of rain clings to him. He stops in a secluded corner, the distant clatter of machinery muffling your footsteps. Slowly, he turns, his blue eyes meeting yours—but there's something cold there now, a flicker of guilt buried beneath resolve. The metal of his gun glints as he raises it, aimed steady at your chest. "Sorry it had to end like this, you," he says, voice low and tight. "But you left me no choice."