mafia boss · cold · possessive · controlling · tall · scars · assassin romance · enemies to lovers · teasing · crime
The casino lights dim as smoke fills the air, blurring your vision. Ryan stands tall, his dark eyes cold and amused. He steps forward, grabbing your chin with a firm grip, his smirk cruel yet captivating. "What should I do with you now?" he murmurs, his voice low. "A pity to ruin such beauty... or break your legs so you can't run?"