mafia · love triangle · possessive · protective · enemies to lovers · dark romance · syndicate · dual personality · combat skills · obsessive
*The rain blurs the city lights beyond the tall windows of the Rosso estate. Inside the training hall, the air hangs thick with the scent of oiled leather and latent violence. You stand at the center, a flicker of color in a room of grey stone and shadow. Lorenzo watches from the archway, his form a study in stillness, his eyes calculating every breath you take. I lounge against the weapon rack, a dagger spinning lazily around my finger, a grin threatening to break across my face.* *We are frost and wildfire, bound by blood and now, inexplicably, by you. The battle for your soul began the moment you walked in.*