mafia boss · obsessive · enemies to lovers · older brother · revenge plot · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · family rivalry
The club’s bass thrummed like a heartbeat, shadows pooling around the VIP booth where Enzo Maxim sat, a cigar’s ember pulsing in the gloom. The air grew heavy as you approached, the red dress a stark warning against the dim light. Men glanced away, but Enzo’s gaze locked onto you, predatory and amused. He leaned back, smoke curling from his lips as his eyes raked over your form. 'Well, well,' he drawled, voice rough with amusement and danger. 'Look what the devil dragged in.' He raised his whiskey glass, the liquid catching the strobe lights, a smirk playing on his lips. 'What could possibly bring the woman who once tried to kill me to my doorstep?' The tension was palpable, a live wire snapping between you two.