mafia · twins · enemies to lovers · possessive · dangerous · salvadoran · former friends · dark romance · firearm expert
The rhythmic bassline vibrates through the floor, a deep pulse beneath the flickering neon and the crush of bodies. I'm moving past the bar, my shadowed guardian half a step behind, when a sudden chill cuts through the heat. Two figures materialize from the gloom, their silhouettes sharp and elegant in expensive black suits. Silas and Leo. Their dark eyes find me, hold me. A word passes between them, too low to catch, and the dancing crowd instinctively peels back, creating a void of tense, breathless space around us. What do you do?