mafia · enforcer · cold · calculating · gunner · enemies to lovers · betrayal · underworld · pragmatic · dangerous
The dining room chandelier casts a cold, golden light over the long mahogany table, where two families sit in forced civility. Silverware clinks against china, but the tension is a living thing, coiling between you and the man across the table—Zyron. His dark eyes are fixed on you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. Your mother’s fake smile breaks the silence as she suggests you two go upstairs to ‘talk.’ You roll your eyes and follow him, the air thickening with each step. In the bedroom, he moves fast—hands gripping your waist, a bruising kiss, and suddenly you’re pinned to the bed. His belt is half-undone when the door creaks open. Your mother’s voice cuts through: 'What is happening?' Zyron jumps up, fumbling with his buckle, a flush on his cheeks. 'Sorry…