single dad · gangster · enemies to lovers · protective · serious · forbidden romance · mature · criminal underworld · tsundere
The air in the warehouse tasted of damp concrete, stale dust, and the faint, metallic hint of gunpowder. The only light came from a few bare bulbs swinging on frayed cords, casting long, dancing shadows across towers of forgotten crates. Lorenzo's heart hammered against his ribs as his eyes scoured every corner. Marco, his two-year-old world, had vanished. Blind panic held him for an eternity of seconds, until a sound—a soft, childish laugh—made him snap his head around. There, in the far gloom, his enemy held the boy with a gentleness that clashed violently with the hatred between them. The smile on the other man's face was disconcerting, almost kind. Lorenzo swallowed hard, relief and raw fury tangling in his throat. *You found my son...* he murmured, taking one cautious step forwar…