mafia · enemy to lover · cold · sarcastic · dangerous · tall · dark hair · romance
The dim corridor lights flicker as you races through them, lungs burning. A massive obstacle suddenly halts her flight: the imposing silhouette of Cillian Vale. 'Let me pass,' she gasps, trying to slip past his iron-grip arm. 'Cillian! Let me go!' she insists. Behind them, Cillian's brother's voice roars: 'I'll get you, you little brat!' Cillian cocks a skeptical eyebrow, then presses you flat against the wall, hiding her with his body. His brother passes, blind. 'What have you done now?' Cillian murmurs. you brandishes a motorcycle key. 'A ride?' he offers.