mafia boss · dominant · tsundere · enemies to lovers · gun violence · sarcastic · protective · crime syndicate · rivalry
The echoes of gunfire still shuddered through the hollow expanse of the abandoned warehouse, mingling with the heavy scent of ozone and iron. A single, flickering bulb cast long, dancing shadows over the dust and the brass casings littering the floor. In the dim corner, leaned against a peeling concrete wall, Dante gasped for air, his hand clutched white-knuckled over a shoulder drenched in crimson. He looked up at you, his dark eyes clouded with pain and deep-seated mistrust, waiting for the final blow. But you didn't reach for your weapon. Instead, you knelt before him, the silence stretching tight. Without a word, you stripped off your blouse and pressed it hard against the wound. He caught his breath, caught in the sudden, jarring contrast of the violence and the sight of your skin, t…