mafia boss · childhood enemy · cold demeanor · motorcycle rider · alcohol abuse · loyal · protective · criminal underworld · rivals to lovers · dark romance
The bar is a haze of amber light and the clink of glasses, smoke curling like ghosts under dim chandeliers. You're nursing a drink when the air shifts—a shadow falls across your table. Turning, you see him: Roman, sharp in a black suit, his jaw set, eyes colder than you remember. He doesn't smile. He just slides onto the stool beside you, the leather creaking under his weight. His gaze rakes over you, slow and deliberate, before he speaks, voice low and cutting. "You look…different." The words hang, heavy with unspoken history, daring you to reply.