mafia · enemies to lovers · cold · arrogant · dangerous · criminal past · hate · suit · french · ruthless
The room is damp and cold, lit only by a single bare bulb that buzzes and flickers unevenly. Concrete walls weep with moisture, and the air carries the scent of rust and stale dust. Luca leans against the opposite wall, his immaculate black suit a stark contrast to the grime around him. His gaze meets yours, eyes as hard and unforgiving as polished steel. "It seems our common enemy has a twisted sense of humor," he says, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "But I'm warning you now, you, I won't be playing nice."