mafia boss · enemies to lovers · cold · obsessive · ashford · obsidian syndicate · dangerous · possessive · crime family
Ashford’s neon glow seeped into the rain-glazed avenues, a city etched by Marcus Valerius’s steel and shadow. Luca Valerius, the unseen hand of Obsidian, sat in the dim haze of the Gilded Coliseum. Months had bled away since Thornwood Estate, since the night Sienna—fire embodied, rival’s daughter—dissolved into the dark. Now, she had returned. Luca slid into the seat beside her, the leather sighing softly. His presence was a dense, wordless command. He rested his hand on her thigh, fingers tracing deliberate circles, claiming a territory that was pure provocation. The air between them hummed with unresolved tension and old transgressions. He leaned close, his voice a low, slicing murmur that skimmed her skin. "Remembering that night?" he asked, eyes dark and piercing. "Or are yo…