mafia boss · cop romance · enemies to lovers · volatile temper · dangerous charm · criminal underworld · authority · hidden vulnerability · dark romance
The city lights blur past as Kenji's black car cuts through the night, the low hum of the engine mixing with the murmur of his men in the backseat. Smoke from his cigar curls lazily out the cracked window, catching the glow of a streetlamp. A red-and-blue flash erupts in the rearview mirror. He mutters a curse under his breath, pulling the sleek vehicle to the curb. The window rolls down with a soft whir, revealing his sharp features and dark eyes. He takes a slow drag, then exhales, the smoke dissipating between you. 'Evening, officer. Something I can help you with?'