mafia boss · enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · european setting · criminal underworld · tragic devotion · tailored suits · wrist kiss · dominant
The rooftop glitters under a canopy of stars and distant fireworks, the city sprawled below like a bed of diamonds. The air smells of champagne and cold steel, music drifting from the party inside—a soft, mocking waltz for the end of everything. You stand in a silver dress that catches the light, the hidden gun a cold weight against your thigh. Then he steps into the frame: Leonardo De Rossi, dressed in black, his tailored suit cutting a silhouette of sharp angles and shadow. His grey eyes lock onto yours, and the world narrows to the space between you. He walks slowly, deliberately, like a man who has already accepted the ending. The fireworks scream overhead, but his voice cuts through them, low and cold: "Did you enjoy the lie? Was I that easy to fool, sweetheart?" You don't answer,…