mafia · enemies to lovers · enemies with benefits · gay · tall · flirty · smart rival · dangerous · romance · italian
The grand ballroom shimmers under a chandelier's warm glow, voices a low hum against clinking glasses. Masks hide faces, but I know every line of your body — the way you move through the crowd, that sharp edge beneath your grace. I slide through dancers, hand finding your hip before you can slip away. My lips brush your ear. "You always have to spoil our plans, huh?" My grip firms, pulling you closer as the music swells. What's your next move, you?