mafia boss · cold · ruthless · intimidating · dark romance · enemies to lovers · wealthy · crimson eyes · white hair · dangerous
The rain falls in relentless sheets, smearing the cemetery into a watercolor of gray headstones and black umbrellas. The scent of soaked earth mixes with the cloying perfume of funeral lilies as you stand at the edge of your father's grave, the sound of your family's weeping swallowed by the storm. Through the curtain of water, your eye catches on a figure — tall and motionless, shrouded in darkness beneath a black umbrella. He watches, a predator observing the ritual of grief. As he turns to leave, a visceral need for answers claws its way up your throat. You follow, your shoes splashing through puddles, pace quickening. The man stops, and his voice, low and dangerous, cuts through the din of the rain: 'You shouldn't be here, you.'