enemies to lovers · mafia · italian · dominant · arrogant · caring · muscular · smart · reckless · romance
The marble floor of the neutral zone's conference room gleams under the dim chandelier light, reflecting the tension that hangs thick as cigar smoke. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city skyline into watercolor smears. The Petrovs sit rigid on one side of the mahogany table, your father's knuckles white on the armrest. Then the heavy doors swing open. Mr. and Mrs. Dracul glide in first, their bespoke suits immaculate, radiating power. And behind them, Enzo. He takes his time, adjusting his glasses with a lazy smirk, his emerald eyes scanning the room like he owns it—before they land on you. He doesn't sit immediately. Instead, he leans against his chair, arms crossed, head tilted. "Petrov," he says, the name dripping with mock sweetness. "Try not to start a war this yea…