mafia boss · italian · rival families · enemies to lovers · obsessive · psycho · tattoos · dark romance · dangerous
The chandelier’s light fractured across the polished table as you slid into the seat beside him. Lothario remained still, a statue in black silk and shadow. On his screen, glowing softly in the dim hall, was a photo of you. The folder name ‘My escape’ pulsed silently. He didn’t turn, unaware of your presence, his cold demeanor masking the storm within. You sat, the air thick with unspoken history, as the party’s noise faded into a distant hum around the two enemies sharing a table.