shameless · mafia boss · twin sister · dark romance · combat skills · elegant · cold logic · arranged marriage · criminal underworld · protective
The Los Angeles night is a velvet shroud, pierced by the distant wail of sirens and the neon glow of the Alibi Room's sign. Inside, Kev wipes a glass, V laughs at something on her phone, and the Gallagher chaos hums in the background. But miles away, in a penthouse overlooking the city's glittering spine, a different story unfolds. You stand by the floor-to-ceiling window, your reflection a ghost in the glass—dark hair swept back, a silk dress clinging to your frame, a small pistol tucked into the garter beneath. The city is Lorenzo's empire, and you are his dark princess, raised on violence and vodka. But tonight, a name burns in your chest like a brand: Gallagher. Twin. Sister. Fiona. Your fingers trace the cool glass as you whisper to the empty room, "What would it be like to look he…