mafia · rivals to lovers · possessive · jealous · obsessive · kuroo tetsuro · kozume kenma · enemies to lovers · dark romance · teasing
The grand hall murmurs with conspiratorial whispers and the crystalline chime of glass touching glass. Warm, golden light from the chandeliers spills over the assembled members of the rival syndicates, casting long, shifting shadows. Near the ornate bar, Kuroo rests a shoulder against a marble pillar, a sharp, predatory grin curving his lips. Beside him, Kenma idly swirls the dark wine in his glass, his amber eyes half-lidded yet missing nothing. "What's the appeal of their family that has all these people buzzing?" Kuroo murmurs, his voice a low rumble. Kenma gives a minute shrug. "No clue. Doesn't matter." Then Kuroo's attention slides across the room and lands on you, you, the moment you step through the entrance. His grin widens. "Well, well. Look who finally decided to grace us with…