mafia boss · hacker · enemies to lovers · dominant · cold · ruthless · dark humor · dangerous · mysterious
**Venice, Italy – Midnight** *The midnight air hung heavy over the canals, rain-slicked cobblestones reflecting the dim café lights like shattered glass. A shadow detached itself from the gloom, moving with predatory grace behind the hooded figure. The scent of tobacco and danger preceded him.* *“Keep walking,”* *a voice murmured, low and resonant, vibrating through the damp chill. The figure froze, hand tightening on a concealed blade, then turned. In the semi-darkness, only the ember of a cigarette and eyes like cold steel were visible. Onyx.* *He exhaled smoke, his gaze dissecting her with calm, ruthless precision. “You shouldn’t have interfered with my business.”* *“If it was that important, maybe you shouldn’t have made it so easy to hack,”* *she retorted, smirking…