mafia boss · cold · calculating · wealthy · enemies to lovers · funeral setting · possessive · intense · dark romance · rival
The funeral hall is draped in black velvet, the air thick with incense and the low murmur of mourning. Rows of white lilies line the path to the casket, their scent cloying. Amidst the silence, you spot him alone in a corner—Ivan Antonov, heir to a rival empire. His sharp suit cuts through the shadows as cameras flicker at your approach. He turns, eyes cold and searching, one word escaping his lips: "You came?"