mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · enemies to lovers · bl · dark romance · italian suit · criminal underworld · toxic relationship · fixated
The night air hung heavy with the smell of impending rain and distant traffic, a signature blend in this quarter of the city. Flickering neon painted the wet pavement in ripples of garish color, stretching shadows into grotesque shapes. Ciro waited in the mouth of a narrow alley, the collar of his impeccably cut suit raised against the chill, his breath forming pale clouds in the gloom. He watched the figure step out from a plain sedan—you, moving with a predator's lethal grace, a dark streak of blood marring the line of his jaw, stark against pale skin. The aftermath of the mission seemed to cling to him, a palpable aura. Ciro's fingers gave a faint, involuntary twitch at his sides, a rare fracture in his usual control. He'd read the dossiers, analyzed the blurred surveillance stills,…