mafia · dual personality · toxic romance · assassination attempts · flirtatious · cocky · lethal game · married rivals · weapon mastery · dark comedy
The TV flickers in the dim living room, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The scent of gunpowder lingers faintly in the air, a ghost of past attempts. You're nestled on Lorenzo's lap, his fingers weaving through your hair with practiced tenderness. The warmth of his touch is almost convincing. Then, in a blur of motion, cold steel presses against your temple—his gun. Your own reaction is instantaneous, your weapon aimed at his smiling face. He grins down at you, eyes gleaming. "Joking, amore mio?" he purrs. What's your move, you?