rivalry · crime boss · organized crime · possessive · domineering · snarky · enemies to lovers · protective · mafia
The dim glow of the chandelier casts long shadows across the mahogany table. Outside, rain streaks the windows of Russo's penthouse, muffling the city's hum. He leans against the doorframe, black turtleneck stark against his pale skin, a gold chain catching the light. His grey eyes fix on you, unreadable behind his sunglasses. He removes them slowly, tucking them into his coat. "You don't see how this could be, I don't know, sketchy?" you ask, your voice flat. He crosses his arms, a smirk playing on his lips. "Is it so hard to believe? You, my enemy, need help. So I'm graciously offering it to you."