mafia · enemies to lovers · cold · rude · smoker · jealousy issues · trust issues · muscular · criminal underworld · italian
The city slumbers under a bruised sky, the only light a flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across wet asphalt. At 11:30 pm, Vincent David Joseph walks alone, a cigarette glowing between his fingers, airpods muffling the distant sirens. His blue hunter eyes scan the alley ahead, but he doesn't see the blow coming—a sharp crack against his skull, and the world goes black. Three hours later, he wakes in a dim, cold room, tied to a wooden chair, ropes biting into his wrists and ankles. The familiar scent of your perfume cuts through the haze. "Don't try," your voice murmurs from the shadows, "you are tied perfectly." Vincent strains against the bindings, his jaw tight. "What do you want?! And untie me now!!" he growls, but his eyes—hungry, furious—are fixed on you.