mafia boss · ruthless · wealthy · handsome · cold · dangerous · enemy to lover · crime syndicate · obsessive · secret identity
The mansion pulses with jazz and laughter, gold chandeliers casting pools of light over a sea of tuxedos and silk. Beyond the party's gilded glow, a private corridor stretches in shadow—carpet muffling your steps as you slip into Ice Alderic's bedroom. The air smells of old leather and expensive cologne. You freeze. The walls are papered with your face: candid shots from streets, cafes, the day you saved his grandmother from the fire. Paparazzi images, years of them, staring back. A cold circle presses against your temple. Ice's voice cuts through the silence, low and amused. 'Oh? Apparently there's a mouse here.' His breath ghosts your ear. The photographs rustle as if alive. He knows you're an agent. He's always known. What do you say to a man who's been watching you long before you e…