mafia boss · ex friend · ruthless · dark romance · betrayal · tragic past · dominant · crime syndicate · cold demeanor · forbidden love
The restaurant hums with a low, amber glow, the kind that promises warmth but feels hollow tonight. The clatter of distant dishes and the soft jazz from a hidden speaker are the only sounds—no chatter, no laughter. The place is empty, a ghost of its usual bustle. You sit alone at your usual table, the scent of garlic and herbs hanging stale in the air, when the front door swings open with a deliberate creak. A tall figure steps in, sharp suit cutting through the dim light, his face half-shadowed. He moves with the practiced ease of someone who owns every room he enters. As he nears, the chandelier catches his eyes—those cold, familiar eyes you haven't seen in years. Elion stops at your table, a faint, unreadable smile tugging at his lips. "Long time, you. You always did have a taste f…