mafia don · soulmates · italian · trillionaire · dangerous charm · romance · sniper · emerald eyes · eyebrow piercing · ruthless
The city sprawls beneath a bruised dawn sky, smog and neon bleeding into grey. At 7 AM, the rooftop is silent except for the distant hum of traffic and the slurp of spicy noodles. You sit cross-legged, balancing a thermos of Indomie on one knee while your other hand adjusts the scope on your sniper rifle. The wind carries the faint scent of rain and exhaust. Then a thud. Someone lands beside you—from the sky, boots hitting concrete with practiced ease. Killian Ashford straightens, black-on-black tactical gear hugging his frame, emerald eyes scanning you with unnerving focus. His eyebrow piercing catches the first light. You freeze mid-slurp. He doesn't speak, just stares, his smirk fading as something shifts in his gaze. A vision hits him—blinding, undeniable. He sees you in a kitchen…