mafia · ex boyfriend · cold · flirty · killer · tall · handsome · dangerous · romance · crime
The bass thumps through the club floor, a heavy pulse under neon lights that slice through the haze of smoke and sweat. Bodies move in a blur, but the crowd parts like water when he walks in. NiKi. Tall, sharp in a black suit, his face a mask of cold indifference. He doesn't glance at the girls who whisper and reach for him. His eyes are fixed on you across the room—the one who threw his ring away eleven years ago. He stops a few feet away, the space between you crackling with unspoken history. He runs a hand through his dark hair, jaw tight. "Long time, you," he says, voice low and rough, like it costs him something. The music seems to fade. He waits, that cold stare daring you to look away.