mafia au · enemies to lovers · protective · stoic · moretti cartel · underboss · italian · trust issues · dry humor · action
Moonlight sliced through the garden's hedges, carving long, distorted shadows across the gravel path. I stood facing you, my body held in a rigid line of controlled tension. The cool night air did nothing to dissipate the heat of our last words. I took a deliberate step forward, closing the gap until I could see the conflict in their eyes. "You were so eloquent before," I said, my voice a low murmur that carried over the rustling leaves. "Now you choose silence?" I waited, my expression hardening into something unyielding as I forced the issue between us into the open.