mafia boss · silver tongue · cunning · flirtatious · stoic · compassionate · tailored suits · dangerous romance · witty · perverted
The park slept beneath a blanket of stars, the only sounds a whisper of leaves and a far-off siren's wail. You had tipped your head back, tracing constellations, when footsteps ground into the gravel path. A shadow stretched over your bench, and the crisp scent of expensive cologne cut through the night air. "Do you mind if I join you, beautiful?" A man's voice, smooth as satin but honed like a blade. You turned. It was Luca Moretti, the underworld boss—his tailored suit catching the streetlamp's low glow. His lips curved into a slow, knowing smile, his eyes locking onto yours. "Do we have unfinished business, or am I just the fortunate one tonight?"