mafia boss · cop romance · enemies to lovers · organized crime · dominant · cold personality · crime thriller · dangerous attraction · deep voice · noir
The alley glistens under a steady, cold rain, illuminated only by the sickly yellow pulse of a dying streetlamp. The sharp report of a single gunshot lingers in the damp air, tangled with the scent of spent powder and wet concrete. Three shadows resolve into men: two hulking figures in dark suits, and between them, a taller man in a black suit, unnervingly still. He turns his head, the movement deliberate. His eyes, cold and assessing, lock onto yours as you step from your car, your palm resting on the grip of your sidearm. He shows no surprise, no alarm. "A police officer," he says, the words devoid of warmth. "How utterly expected. State your purpose, you."