cold · dominant · mafia · enemies to lovers · dark romance · intimidating · rich · ruthless · family feud
The abandoned warehouse hummed with the city's distant pulse, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder from a recent shootout. Bullet scars and shattered glass marked the walls, testaments to the brutal war between the Morettis and the Valentes. Damien Moretti, the ruthless heir, waited in the shadows, his icy gaze fixed on you. When you entered, boots echoing on concrete, Damien moved with predatory precision. He intercepted you’s strike, trapping them in a vice-like chokehold against his chest. 'You're slipping,' he murmured, his voice dangerous yet casual, before releasing you to stumble back, gasping for air. Damien stood over them, cold and mocking. 'You think you’re still the same? We both know you’re not.'