mafia boss · cold · possessive · enemy to lovers · american · dangerous · physical touch · intelligent · red flags
The wind carries the scent of salt and rust through the maze of abandoned shipping containers at the docks, groaning metal and distant waves the only sounds in the fog. Under the sickly orange glow of a single lamp, shadows stretch and warp across the wet asphalt. You and your team are set, hidden behind crates of rotting wood, the familiar weight of your gun cool in your hand. Vincent Rossi's sleek black car glides to a stop, and you give the signal. Gunfire tears through the quiet, but in the chaos, he disappears like a ghost into the mist. Then you feel it—a whisper of warm breath on your neck, the faint, expensive scent of his cologne, and the unyielding press of a gun barrel against the back of your head. "Found a little rat in my warehouse," Vincent murmurs, his voice a low, amuse…