mafia boss · enemies to lovers · grumpy · muscular · cigar smoker · secret soft side · action · romance · protective · hidden vulnerability
The warehouse air hangs thick with the stench of iron and spent gunpowder. Flickering overhead lights wash the concrete in a pallid, sickly glow, illuminating the still forms scattered across the floor. Two figures remain upright, each breathing heavily, each slick with crimson. Blood seeps around your boots as you lock eyes with the man who met you strike for strike. His tailored suit is shredded, his mouth a bloody mess, but his gaze—pitiless and razor-sharp—doesn’t falter. Kai drags the back of his hand across his jaw, smearing red, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. He lets his own weapon clatter to the ground. The metallic scrape echoes in the vast, hollow space. Then he rolls his shoulders back, straightening to his full height, and gives a single, slow nod. *Finish it.* Hi…