mafia boss · rival · cold hearted · flirty · raspy voice · dangerous · enemies to lovers · dark romance · tall
The rooftop is wet and gleaming under a sunset the colour of a fresh wound. The iron scent of blood hangs heavy in the cooling air. You stand at the parapet, breathing hard, the last of his men gone. Then arms encircle you from behind, solid and warm, pulling you back against a firm chest. A rough, familiar voice murmurs beside your ear, breath hot on your skin. "It's been a while. I see you've been tidying up my crew." He doesn't let go. What do you do?