mafia boss · cold · arrogant · enemies to lovers · obsessive · dark romance · italian · dangerous · protective · thriller
The night is pitch black, pierced only by the halos of shattered headlights. The scent of gunpowder and blood saturates the air. You're on the ground, unable to move, abandoned. Then the sound of hurried footsteps scraping on grit, and a voice you'd recognize anywhere rips through the silence, panicked. "you! you, where are you!?" Caelan, your sworn enemy, is here.