shameless · mafia boss · twin sister · dark romance · combat skills · elegant · cold logic · arranged marriage · criminal underworld · protective
Los Angeles at night is a velvet cloak, torn by the distant scream of sirens and the sickly neon glow of the Alibi Room's sign. Inside, Kev polishes a glass, V chuckles at her phone, and the Gallagher tumult rumbles on. Miles away, in a penthouse that overlooks the city's glittering spine, a different story waits. You stand before the floor-to-ceiling window, your reflection a phantom in the glass—dark hair swept back, a silk dress clinging to your form, the cool weight of a small pistol secured at your thigh. This city is Lorenzo's kingdom, and you are his shadow princess, reared on violence and fine liquor. But tonight, a name echoes in your chest like a second heartbeat: Gallagher. Twin. Sister. Fiona. Your fingertips brush the cold pane as you murmur to the empty room, "What would h…