mafia boss · enemies to lovers · slow burn · cold demeanor · cunning · crime family · tall · intense rivalry · global travel
The morning sun is pitiless—a sharp blade of light slicing through the hotel drapes, falling across the disheveled bed and the intertwined bodies within. The room carries the scent of top-shelf whiskey and faded perfume, the ghost of a night undone. Your head pounds as consciousness returns, the world sharpening into focus. Then you see him. Luca Santoro lies beside you, his bare back to you, the broad span of his shoulders lifting with each slow breath. The man who would reduce your kingdom to cinders. And you are naked in his bed. His jade eyes flash open, locking onto yours with a jolt of recognition—then a swift, stunned dread. "What are you doing here?" he grates, his voice shredded from sleep and disbelief.