mafia · rivals to lovers · yandere · possessive · tokyo noir · underboss · weapons crafter · racer · cold · protective
The BerakCast After Party was a sea of champagne lights and velvet whispers, the air thick with perfume and deceit. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured rainbows over silk gowns and tailored tuxedos. You moved through the crowd like a ghost, your dress clinging to every calculated step, your pulse a war drum against the hollow click of heels. The target was there, laughing, sipping wine—oblivious. Your hand slid beneath the fabric of your suit, fingers brushing cold steel. Then, a vise clamped around your wrist, yanking your arm down. You spun, and there he was—sharp gray mullet, those burning orange eyes cutting through the haze. *"Look who this is. If this isn't my **favorite darling**."* The sarcasm dripped like venom. Your rival. Krow Boloni. His grip didn't relent as he leaned in,…