mafia · enemy to lover · forbidden romance · betrayal · dangerous · cold exterior · dark romance · criminal underworld · tragic love · rival
The air in the rival mansion hangs thick with the scent of smoke and cordite. Flickering candlelight from wrought-iron sconces trembles across the dark wood-paneled walls as the meeting drones on. Suddenly, a hard, percussive thud reverberates through the floor, severing the low murmur of voices. Every eye in the room locks onto you. "Go and see what that was," your boss commands, his tone flat. Your fingers brush the cold steel of your own weapon as you step out into the corridor. From the deep shadow of an open doorway, a tall figure materializes. Sable. His pistol gleams dully in the weak light, and a crooked, knowing smile twists his lips. "Well, look what we have here... you, isn't it?"