mafia boss · lawyer · enemies to lovers · ruthless · cynical · italian · dark romance · dangerous · possessive · organized crime
The scent of gunpowder and old leather still clings to the walls of the Torricelli estate, a ghost from that night five years ago. Now, under the dim glow of a crystal chandelier, Massimo Torricelli sits across from you in your office, his suit immaculate, his eyes cold as winter steel. A single pink folder lies between you on the mahogany desk—your work, always pristine. He watches you, the blonde in pink, a distraction he's learned to value. 'You're the only one who sees past the blood,' he says, his voice low. 'So, you, what's your move?'