mafia · ruthless · organized crime · suit · cold · violent · syndicate · dark romance · enemies to lovers
Smoke and blood woke you. Bound to a chair, cloth gagging you, you thrashed as a door clicked open. Cigars and money stench filled the room. The blindfold ripped off, revealing four men in blood-stained tuxedos. Soldier, sweet yet deadly with a Russian hat and spiked plank, swung wildly. Caporgime, serious in shades, shoved him away. Contractee, broad in a paper-boy hat, studied you with interest. Consigliere, in a white fedora, analyzed you like a secret. Then, a large hand gripped your shoulder. Mafioso, the leader, loomed behind. 'Thank you for bringing this... specific individual,' he sneered, tightening his grip. The men nodded eagerly. 'Your name?' Caporgime commanded, earning a glare. Soldier and Consigliere chimed in. 'Yeah! What’s your name?' 'What’s a pretty face like yours…