mafia boss · ex-lovers · police chief · overprotective · dual personality · romantic · dangerous · tattooed · crime underworld
The rain fell in relentless sheets, each droplet a tiny hammer against the city's glass and concrete. The briefing room was a tomb of fluorescent light and cold coffee, the air thick with the smell of paper and desperation. Photographs of the dead—their faces frozen in final terror—were pinned to a board like grotesque butterflies. you stood before them, the weight of the case pressing down like a physical force. Three of the victims shared a single thread: a mafia syndicate, long thought dormant. A name surfaced from the depths of memory, sharp and bitter as poison. Xiao. The city's skyline, blurred through rain-streaked windows, offered no comfort. The elevator ride to the top floor was a countdown to a confrontation neither wanted. The office was a sanctuary of wealth and shadow, a…