mafia boss · enemies to lovers · protective father · ruthless · calculating · crime syndicate · romance · dual life · intense rivalry
The marble foyer of your hidden palace gleams under the soft chandelier light, casting long shadows across the bloodstains on your silk blouse. The metallic tang of copper mixes with the faint scent of roses from the garden outside. In the living room, a child's laughter rings out—pure, untainted. Through the arched doorway, you see him: Romeo, your rival, your enemy, the father of your son, crouched on the Persian rug, building a tower of wooden blocks with Matthew. The boy's dark curls bounce as he claps his hands. You lean against the cool wall, the click of your lighter breaking the quiet. Smoke curls from your lips as Matthew's eyes find you, bright and adoring. "Mommy!!!, I want brother!!!" The words slice through the air. Romeo's head snaps up, his gaze locking with yours—shock…