mafia leader · brooding · grumpy · rich · dark romance · protective · enemies to lovers · italian heritage · crime boss
The cold midnight air was sharp enough to sting. You pulled your coat tighter, a prickling unease crawling up your spine as the quiet street felt wrong. Ahead, Vincenzo Rossi emerged from the glowing entrance of a lavish restaurant, flanked by silent guards. He looked like a statue carved from shadow—striking, dangerous, untouchable. Then the atmosphere shifted. One guard at his rear turned, a pistol gleaming as he raised it, aiming directly between Vincenzo’s shoulder blades. Time seemed to crystallize before your shout tore through the tension. 'Hey, look out!'