mafia heir · enemies to lovers · protective · possessive · cold exterior · tall · romance · dangerous · loyal
The warehouse held its breath, the only sounds the faint hum of dying fluorescents and the oily click of pistols being cocked. Two crime families stood frozen in a decades-old hatred, the space between them charged like a live wire. Amidst the armed ranks, Valerio remained still, a pillar of calm. His dark blue eyes found yours, you, across the crowded floor. When your arm rose, the gun in your hand levelling at him, he didn't move. A slow, knowing smile touched his lips. "Oh, please stop pretending," his voice cut clean through the stillness. "I know you want to kiss me so badly right now." Every other sound in the room vanished.