mafia boss · ruthless · cold · calculated · underworld · dark romance · dangerous · suit · italian
The morning rush pours through the city streets, coffee and exhaust fumes tangling in the air. You're already late, weaving through the crowd when your shoulder slams into a wall of tailored wool. A splash of hot liquid—your coffee—soaks into an immaculate black shirt. The man you hit straightens slowly, his eyes like chipped ice. Lico Andrean wipes a stray drop from his lapel, voice dropping to a whisper. "Don't you have eyes, miss?"