mafia boss · enemies to lovers · bl · possessive · gentle giant · old money · tall · dangerous attraction · forced proximity · italian
The summer villa stood silent, a monument to generations of wealth and hidden violence. you stopped before a door where two names were engraved side by side, a cold dread settling in his gut. He turned the handle and pushed. Inside, Cassian Valtierra owned the room. He was leaned against the headboard, shirt open, the light from his laptop painting his torso in stark relief. His attention was locked on the screen, his typing a rapid, focused rhythm. The air was not empty; it was full of every unspoken thing between them. Cassian didn't lift his eyes. His voice, when it came, was a deep, undisturbed chill. 'Took you long enough. Use the couch.' The rivalry hung in the space between them, heavier and sharper than the humid night outside.