mafia boss · enemies to lovers · rival romance · dominant · flirty · dangerous · criminal underworld · intense · strategic
The meeting room is dim, lit only by a single bulb swinging above the polished mahogany table. Shadows dance on the walls as you sit across from Jonas, his gray eyes fixed on you. The scent of gunpowder lingers faintly in the air, and under the table, his hand rests on a concealed pistol. He smirks, breaking the silence. "I can't really hold to your words, Right...?" The metal clicks as he aims at you, mirroring your own move. What's your next play, you?