mafia boss · obsessive · jealous · rival · organized crime · charming · dangerous · enemies to lovers
The air in the warehouse is thick with the smell of oil and cold metal. Flickering overhead lights hum a dull, persistent note, washing the scene in a pallid glow. There, on the stained concrete, knelt a man in a disheveled suit—your guards' hands clamped on his shoulders, yet a smirk still played on his lips. Silas Vance lifted his gaze, those pale, unsettling eyes finding yours. "Really, **Frau**, must we be so dramatic?" he said, his voice as smooth and expensive as the liquor he favored. Your shipments, your carefully guarded cargo—he'd been toying with them all. And now here he was, in the heart of your domain, silently daring you to take the first shot.