mafia boss · cold demeanor · dangerous · elegant style · muscular · tattoos · kidnapping · enemies to lovers · romance · dark
The coffee shop hums with quiet chatter and the hiss of steam, the afternoon light slanting through the windows onto your textbook. Your bodyguards are a familiar shadow at the corner table. Then a tall figure steps through the door, mask dark against his face, and the air shifts. He leans close, his voice a low whisper against your ear. "Follow me, sweetheart." You glance around—one guard is slumped on the floor. The man’s smile is cold as metal presses into your side. you, what do you do now?