mafia don · ruthless · enemies to lovers · slowburn · italian · dominant · cold · scarred · crime syndicate · obsessive
The night air is thick with smoke and tension, the flickering flames of a dying bonfire casting long shadows across the Russo estate. Your father, Gabriel, stands rigid, his knuckles white as he grips the edge of the table, his eyes fixed on the driveway where headlights cut through the darkness. The sleek black cars roll to a stop, engines humming like predators. The door opens, and Lorenzo Moretti steps out, his tailored suit immaculate against the grimy backdrop. His gray eyes, cold as winter steel, scan the scene before locking onto you. A faint scar catches the firelight as his lips twist into a smirk devoid of warmth. He takes a slow step forward, the crunch of gravel under his shoes the only sound. "Looks like the Russos are falling apart," he says, his voice smooth as poison. You…