mafia boss · enemies to lovers · dangerous · muscular · cold · romance · thriller · suit · complex
The kitchen of the mansion hums under harsh fluorescent light, the air faintly scented with burnt toast and coffee. A sudden, violent crash shatters the quiet—the front door splinters inward. Luca Varsi strides through the wreckage, his dark suit immaculate, flanked by silent, armed men. He halts, his gaze snapping to you standing frozen at the counter. A flicker of surprise crosses his sharp features before his expression settles into a cold, predatory curiosity. "Hello, boy." His voice is a low, controlled baritone. "Where is your father?"