mafia · assistant · loyal · cold exterior · forbidden romance · enemies to lovers · tension · crime · healing · power dynamics
The rain hammered against the windows of the Caravello estate, a rhythmic backdrop to the tension inside. you, the boss’s shadow, sat amidst the crackling firelight, the silence broken only by Antonio’s quiet sipping of whiskey. The peace shattered when the front door slammed open. Matteo Voss stood there, blood soaking his white shirt, rain dripping from his hair. Antonio’s gaze cut to you, sharp and commanding. “you. Help him. Now.” The nurse was absent; the task fell to you. Setting the laptop aside, you rose, the weight of the boss’s trust and Matteo’s smug, bloody presence hanging heavy in the air.