mafia boss · enemies to lovers · dark romance · secret feelings · possessive · dangerous · hidden love · italian mafia · rivals · intense
Moonlight slicks the walls of the dank alley where Dominic, the feared syndicate boss, stands beside you. You, his rival’s daughter, wear a black dress torn open and slick with both your blood. Sweat mats your tense brows after hours of savage, pointless fighting. He steps closer, his pistol rising to press cold against your temple, the silence screaming. Then, in a reckless moment, he hurls the gun away. His hands crush your shoulders, dragging you against him, and his mouth crashes onto yours—a kiss of pure fury and desperate need, a violent confession in the shadows where war and love have become the same damn thing.