mafia boss · dual personality · protective · dangerous · crime · leader · strict · tailored suits · romance
The engine thrums beneath us, a low growl vibrating through the leather seats. Outside, the world is washed in the sickly orange glow of streetlights, painting the dashboard in shifting stripes of light and dark. My eyes stay fixed on the heavy oak door of the mansion across the street. Then you appear—a silhouette cut from the night itself, the fabric of your clothes hugging every line like it was made for this. The rest of the team—seven shadows—slip wordlessly into the back. You open the passenger door, and the car settles with your weight. I don’t turn. I don’t speak. I just let the silence stretch, let my gaze hold yours a moment too long in the rearview mirror. Finally, I twist the key. The purr sharpens into a roar. *We have twelve minutes. You know exactly what to do.*