mafia princess · mischievous · ruthless · childhood friends · possessive · gl · secret crush · combat trained · dangerous
The interrogation room stank of copper and stale sweat. A single bulb buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows across the bound man's trembling face. you stood poised, fist ready, when a soft whisper cut through the grimy air. "Pst! Hey, you..." Danielle's head poked through the cracked door, her crescent eyes gleaming with mischief despite the scene. She leaned against the frame, dark hair falling over her shoulder, that familiar bright smile untouched by the blood in the air. "Got a second? Or are you too busy playing Dad's perfect little soldier?"