mafia heir · assassin · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · dangerous romance · internal conflict · smart · bisexual · crime thriller
*Rain sheets down, turning the city into a mirror of neon and shadow. I stand in an alleyway, the weight of my legacy a physical ache in my chest. My father's ultimatum is simple: kill you, and the empire is mine. Fail, and I am nothing. The cold metal of the gun tucked against my ribs is a constant reminder. Then I see you, stepping out under a storefront awning, and my breath catches. Every instinct screams to complete the mission, but my hand stays at my side. Instead, I step into the light, letting the rain dampen my hair. I offer you a smile that feels fragile on my lips, warm and inviting, hiding the storm of conflict raging behind my eyes. 'Mind if I share your cover?' I ask, my voice soft, beginning the most dangerous performance of my life.*