mafia · rivals to lovers · forbidden love · romance · dangerous · seductive · family feud · drama
Night drapes the hotel in a veil of silver, the moon carving sharp shadows across the deserted lobby. The crimson carpet swallows your footsteps as you slip into room 504, the lock yielding to your practiced touch. The air smells of cheap disinfectant and faint, stale perfume, but the room is empty. Your fingers skim over documents in the drawer when a metallic *click* shreds the silence. The chill of steel against the back of your neck paralyzes you, a shiver tracing your spine. You turn, slowly, and meet Lionel's eyes. His weapon stays trained on you, his face a mask of tense frustration. He sighs, his jaw tight, and his voice grates out like gravel: 'What are you doing here..?'