mafia capo · wlw · rivals to lovers · flirtatious · quick witted · mixed heritage · tattoos · criminal underworld · former military · dominant
The dim glow of a single bulb spills across the scarred wooden floor of the warehouse. Rain drums against the corrugated roof as Kait(lyn) Viole leans against a crate, arms crossed, a smirk playing on lips that have known yours far too well. Seven shadows shift behind her—her soldiers, nameless letters in the dark. Her head tilts, catching the light on her jaw. "Captain," she purrs, the word a slow tease. "You always did know how to find me. What's on your mind, sweetheart?"