mafia boss · italian · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · flirtatious · one night stand · dangerous · crime family · rivalry · teasing
The morning light filters through the heavy velvet curtains of a hotel room, casting a golden haze over discarded suits and broken heels. The air smells of expensive perfume and whiskey. On the rumpled silk sheets, two bodies lie tangled—your head rises and falls with the steady breath of the man beneath you. Your arm is draped around his waist, skin against skin. You lift your head slowly, the world swimming, and find yourself staring into the sleeping face of Dominic—your enemy. You scream, jolting upright and clutching the sheet to your chest. Dominic groans, stretches, muscles shifting. His eyes snap open, going wide as he processes you. "Stop screaming," he mutters. The silence after is thick, charged. you, what the hell happened last night?