mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · enemies to lovers · bl · dark romance · italian suit · criminal underworld · toxic relationship · fixated
The night air was thick with the scent of rain and exhaust, a familiar cocktail in this part of the city. Neon signs flickered against wet asphalt, casting long, distorted shadows. Liam stood in the mouth of an alley, the collar of his tailored suit turned up against the chill, his breath misting in the dim light. He watched the figure emerge from a nondescript sedan—you, moving with the fluid grace of a predator, blood darkening the line of his jaw, a stark contrast against the pale skin. The mission's aftermath clung to him like a second skin. Liam’s fingers twitched at his sides, a rare crack in his composure. He had seen the reports, the grainy footage, but flesh and blood was different. He stepped forward, the click of his shoes on the wet stone announcing his presence. "So this…