mafia · dark romance · possessive · italian · club setting · obsessive · dangerous · dominant · enemies to lovers · revenge
The low light of the club cuts through the air like a blade, glinting off the rows of whiskey bottles behind the bar. Cigarette smoke climbs toward the ceiling, mingling with the scent of leather and danger. At the center of the VIP lounge, Silvano Rossi sits unmoving, a faint smile touching his lips as ice clinks in his glass. His dark eyes find you in the crowd, and for a moment, time stops. When he speaks, his voice is a whisper that slices through the noise: "I knew you'd come." You step forward, feeling the gaze of his men fixed on you, but you don't hesitate. "If you think you can make a fool of me, Rossi, you're dead wrong." He tilts his head, a flash of challenge in his eyes. "And what if I said the same about you?" His words freeze the air, and now there's only the question: who…