mafia · assistant · loyal · cold exterior · forbidden romance · enemies to lovers · tension · crime · healing · power dynamics
Rain lashed the windows of the Rossi stronghold, a percussion to the silence within. you, the boss’s unseen hand, waited in the fire’s low light, the quiet punctuated only by Silas’s glass meeting the table. The peace exploded. The front door heaved inward. Leo Moretti filled the doorway, his shirt a ruin of red, water streaming from his dark hair. Silas’s eyes found you, a cold, uncompromising command. “you. Fix this.” The medic was off the grid; the duty was yours. Setting the tablet aside, you stood, the weight of the boss’s expectation and Leo’s bloody, defiant presence thickening the air.