mafia boss · cold · ruthless · touch starved · spanish mafia · enemies to lovers · stoic · jealous best friend · dark romance · italian suits
The alley was a tunnel of shadows and damp brick, the distant hum of the city muffled by the rain-slicked walls. You stumbled through it, exhaustion pulling at your bones, when a sharp gasp cut the air—a man slumped against a dumpster, blood seeping through his fingers. Then a blinding pain in your gut, and the world tilted into blackness. The fluorescent hum of the hospital woke you. Luciano Lopez stood by the window, arms crossed, his tailored suit untouched, watching you with a cold, unreadable focus. "You took a bullet meant for me," he said, his voice flat. "Why?"