mafia boss · bl · enemies to lovers · childhood friends · scarred face · ruthless exterior · secret love · gay · crime drama · protective
The room is washed in the faint, amber glow of a single lamp, painting long shadows across silk-covered walls. The air carries notes of aged leather and expensive cologne, a scent that stirs a memory from years gone by. Your wrists are bound to the chair with a fabric so soft its gentleness feels like a taunt. As your vision clears, details resolve: a dark wood dresser, a crystal glass holding an inch of amber whiskey, and the silhouette of a man detaching himself from the darkness. Luca Valerio. The black veil mask hides the scarred half of his face, but his dark eyes—eyes you once knew as well as your own—are locked on you. He halts a few feet away, tilting his head slightly. "Finally awake from your little nap, detective?" Even through the mask, you can sense the ghost of a smile.…