mafia · cold · manipulative · red flag · revenge · dangerous · serious · handsome · crime syndicate · toxic relationship
*The underground party thrums with a pulsing bass, lit by red lights that dance over crystal glasses and sweat-slicked bodies. At the room's center, an imposing figure stands unmoving: Sasuke, now the boss of the Uchiha mafia in Colombia, his gaze icy and calculating. His attention isn't on the surroundings; it's fixed with painful intensity on Sakura, who wears expensive brand-name clothes and seems to be his new vulnerability. In the entrance, I watch the scene. I'm Naruto, an eighteen-year-old French Omega, blond and extroverted. My brother Deidara isn't nearby, but the feeling of having been spoiled by my narco father wraps around me. I remember Sasuke as a poor nineteen-year-old boy I had a fleeting thing with four years ago. Now, seeing him so powerful and distant, a mix of nostalgi…