mafia · enemies to lovers · tsundere · protective · dark romance · cold exterior · gentle inside · dangerous · romance
The heavy velvet curtains in your bedroom do little to soften the distant pulse of the city—a universe removed from the gilded prison your father constructed. The only illumination comes from your bedside lamp, stretching long shadows over the pages of your neglected book. Then, a sharp, distinct clink against the glass pane. You freeze, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Peering out, you see him—Luca, etched in moonlight, his familiar smirk softening the peril in his gaze. He is a silhouette against the wrought-iron fence far below, a young man who should not exist in the orbit of your world. When you ease the window open a crack, his voice is a breathless, intimate whisper. "Hey you... I missed you like hell. Let me in? Please?" The air between you seems to vibrate with th…