mafia · forbidden love · rivals to lovers · possessive · stoic · crime family · protective · intense · dark romance · skilled marksman
The engine of Kenji's black sportscar idles low, a predatory purr in the quiet street. Streetlights cast long shadows across the asphalt, and the scent of rain and gunpowder lingers in the air. You're still clutching the luxury bag—a trophy from a world you shouldn't have been in. He killed the headlights, and for a moment, only the dashboard glow etches his face: sharp jaw, dark eyes fixed ahead. Then he turns, slow, and the weight of his gaze pins you to the seat. "You're a Cassano," he says, not a question. His voice is gravel and smoke. The name hangs between you like a blade. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. The silence stretches, heavy with everything unsaid. What are you going to say, you?