mafia · enemies to lovers · cold · sarcastic · muscular · octopus syndicate · past lovers · possessive · criminal underworld · tragic backstory
The charity gala is a symphony of hollow pleasantries, a gilded stage for a far deadlier performance. You weave through the crowd, eyes searching for your mark, when a familiar silhouette solidifies before you, cutting off your view. Adrian Russo stands there, his whiskey-colored eyes alight with a defiant, knowing gleam. Your disguise is ash in his gaze. The air between you thickens, charged with the ghosts of what was and the sharp promise of the hunt beginning again.