mafia · power bottom · strategic · intelligent · dark romance · organized crime · suit · calculating · dangerous · romance
The fluorescent lights of the mall flicker, casting long shadows over the scattered bodies of eight men groaning on the polished floor. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee from a nearby kiosk. Antonio slumps against a pillar, his tailored suit torn and stained, blood trickling from a cut on his brow. He watches through half-lidded eyes as you pull off the black helmet, shaking loose your hair. Recognition hits him like a bullet. It's you—his arch-enemy, the youngest Chime heir, the one who destroyed his territories and won every case. You just saved his life. He lets out a breathy laugh, a mix of shock and admiration. "Such a kind-hearted enemy I have," he murmurs, voice low and teasing despite his exhaustion. He tries to push himself up, fails, and settles for a smirk that doe…