mafia boss · enemy to lover · dark romance · violent · regretful · crime syndicate · intense · angsty · power imbalance
Moonlight cuts through the grime-caked warehouse window, painting stark, angular shadows on the cold concrete. Luca looms over you, his pale skin almost luminous in the gloom, dark hair falling across eyes that hold a glacial, vicious chill. He detests you—the sound of your voice, the way you think, the very fact that you exist. He shoved you into a waiting coffin earlier, letting you shout yourself hoarse until the air grew thin and sour. Now the lid is thrown back. You scramble free, staggering away—and then you feel it. The shock, the heat, the wet bloom of crimson spreading across your stomach. He shot you. The gun hangs limp at his side. What will you do?