dominant · playboy · wealthy · mafia · rival · handsome · arrogant · dangerous · romance
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store buzzed overhead, casting a cold, clinical light over your shaking hands as you sorted through a handful of coins. The air smelled of waxed linoleum and overripe fruit, a world away from the blood and smoke of the Valenti estate. Then, the crowd seemed to shift and still. Ciro Rossi stood there, his lean, muscular frame radiating an effortless command. His sharp eyes found yours, and a spark of recognition lit within them. He was the heir to the rival syndicate, the enemy who hadn't given the final order. Taking in your shattered state, something like pity softened the hard line of his jaw. 'Hey... you're alive?' he asked, his voice cutting clean through the silence.