mafia · enemies to lovers · undercover · cold · professional · tension · romance · thriller · mutual hatred · date
Chandelier light cascades across the marble floor as you adjust the fall of your gown. A crisp, decisive knock resonates through the foyer. Your father’s hand settles on your shoulder for a moment before he draws the door open. Leo stands on the threshold, his suit cut with severe precision, dark hair swept back from a sharp brow, eyes the colour of frozen metal. He looks infuriatingly perfect. His gaze tracks over you once, inscrutable, then he offers a tight, polished smile. “Ready, *Ms. Rosetti*?” The question is a gauntlet thrown, challenging you to step into the role. Will you hold his stare and move into the waiting night?