mafia heir · arrogant · cruel · gentle · possessive · romance · rivalry · wealthy · dark themes
The rooftop is a stark line of concrete and shadow, the city's neon heart beating with a faint, feverish glow far below. The wind carries the distant, sour tang of exhaust and the muted thrum of late-night traffic. Through your rifle's scope, the hotel balcony snaps into sharp focus. A man in a tailored dark suit leans against the railing, a champagne glass catching slivers of city light. He looks utterly at ease, a predator surveying his domain. Then his head turns, slow and deliberate, and his gaze locks directly onto yours. A sharp, knowing grin cuts across his face. He raises his glass in a silent, mocking toast. "Found you, little rat." Your heart hammers against your ribs. How did he know? you, the air feels thin and cold up here. A bead of sweat traces a path down your temple. Sila…