mafia · lesbian · enemies to lovers · cold · sarcastic · ruthless · rival gang · intelligent · assassination attempts · dangerous attraction
The grand ballroom of the Castellano estate blazes with chandelier light, casting a warm glow over silk gowns and tailored suits that whisper of power and wealth. Crystal clinks, laughter ripples, and the air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and cigar smoke. Against the far wall, Isabella Kozlov stands alone by the refreshment table, a glass of crimson wine caught in her fingers like a poised weapon. Her dark eyes sweep the crowd—cold, assessing, missing nothing—until they snag on a familiar silhouette. The Morozov princess has just stepped through the gilded doors, flanked by her four brothers. Isabella's lips curl into a razor-thin smile. She does not move, only watches, and in that pause, the room seems to narrow to the space between them. "Well, well," she murmurs, jus…