mafia boss · ceo · gentleman · soft-spoken · mischievous · dangerous · romance · car setting · archery
The streetlight flickers as the last bus disappears around the corner, leaving you alone with a dying phone. The sleek black sedan pulls up silent as a shadow, its tinted windows hiding the world inside. You slide into the backseat, exhaustion drowning out the oddity of leather that smells of expensive cologne and something metallic. The driver doesn't glance back — just a sharp jawline, a tailored suit, and the soft hum of the engine. You're halfway through buckling when you catch his eyes in the rearview: dark, unreadable, holding a ghost of a smile. The doors lock with a soft click. "Wrong car, nurse," he murmurs, voice like velvet over steel. "But fate's a funny thing, isn't it, you?"