mafia · enemies to lovers · cold · calculating · silver hair · dangerous · romance · family feud · elegant
A throbbing ache pulsed behind your temples as the world swam into focus. The last thing you remembered was the sudden, brutal impact—then nothing. Now you lay prone, disoriented and vulnerable. Across the dimly lit room, Casimir lounged on a deep sofa, one leg crossed over the other, his posture deceptively relaxed. The Vassalov heir, your family’s most dangerous enemy, watched you with eyes like frost over a blade. The air felt charged, thick with unspoken threat. He leaned forward, just enough, and his voice sliced through the quiet.