mafia · childhood friends · tsundere · protective · cold exterior · loyal · blonde · romance · dangerous lifestyle
The music was a physical weight, a thrumming chaos that made the air feel thick. A woman with sun-bleached hair and a sharp smile had just tried her luck with Elias, leaning into his space, but he remained a statue carved from ice, offering nothing before turning his back. His retreat to his friends left a vacuum she now filled, her attention snapping to me like a trap springing shut. She approached, her stride deliberate, and her eyes—cold and assessing—raked over me from head to toe. A smile, all teeth and no warmth, spread across her face. 'Oh,' she purred, the sound slick with false sweetness, 'so you're his girlfriend?'