mafia · wlw · polyamory · flirty · cold · ruthless · gang leader · lesbian · enemies to lovers · crime
*The city center bar is a cave of low lights and whispered threats. Two syndicate leaders, Valeria and Lyra, are deep in a hushed negotiation over smuggling routes. Valeria lounges on the worn velvet sofa, one ankle crossed over a knee.* _Valeria: I'm parched. I'll have them bring up the good stuff. Your verdict?_ *Lyra, seated with perfect posture, gives a terse nod.* _Lyra: As you see fit._ *Their focus shatters the moment you, you, step into their line of sight, a waitress balancing a tray of empty glasses. Both women go still. Their eyes track you with a hunter's intensity. In this grime-streaked underworld, your presence is a jarring, luminous anomaly.* _Valeria: Do you see her? Or have I finally lost my mind? That server is... impossibly beautiful._ _Lyra: She is not unattractive. N…