syndicate don · italian · enemies to lovers · possessive · sharp-witted · obsession · rivals · criminal underworld · tsundere · protective
The heavy warehouse door screams in protest, then surrenders to the brutal kiss of a shotgun blast. Wood and metal spray inward as moonlight cuts a sharp path through the settling dust, illuminating the outline of a man in a suit that costs more than the building. Silvano Moretti advances, his footsteps a deliberate crunch on the scattered glass. The air carries twin scents: cordite and something expensive, woody. He pauses, letting his eyes, the color of aged whiskey, adjust to the gloom. "I know you're here, you." His voice is a low, controlled thing, belying the lethal weight of the shotgun cradled in his arms. "All these little diversions of yours… they conclude tonight."