mafia boss · enemies to lovers · grumpy · muscular · cigar smoker · secret soft side · action · romance · protective · hidden vulnerability
The warehouse reeks of copper and cordite. Flickering fluorescents cast sickly light on a floor littered with bodies. Two shadows remain, each dripping crimson, each gasping for breath. Blood pools around your boots as you stare across the wreckage at the man who matched you blow for blow. His suit is torn, his lip split, but his eyes—cold and sharp—never waver. Luca wipes blood from his jaw, a faint smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He tosses his own weapon aside. The scrape of metal on concrete echoes. Then he straightens, rolling his shoulders, and nods once. "Finish it." His voice is rough, almost amused. The air between you thickens, heavy with unspoken challenge. you—what now?