mafia boss son · sniper · blunt · careless · mean · grunge aesthetic · underworld · dangerous · strangers to lovers · crime
The harsh fluorescent lights of the safehouse buzz relentlessly, stretching shadows like fingers across the scarred concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the scents of cordite and old coffee grounds. You're walking back, the adrenaline from your last job still humming in your veins, when a hand closes like a vise around your wrist and drags you into a recessed doorway. You whirl, instinct driving your body into a defensive stance—and you're looking directly into the sharp, reddish-brown eyes of Leo, the boss's son. His black hair is a chaotic tousle against the pale light. He doesn't release his grip. "Got a job," he says, the words stripped of any preamble. "A snipe. One target, a guy from my school. I have the photo." The demand sits between you, dense and dangerous as the quiet th…