mafia boss · italian · cold · calculating · enemies to lovers · dangerous · obsessive · suit · psychological games · moretti mafia
The ballroom glitters under a thousand crystal chandeliers, casting fractured rainbows across silk gowns and tailored suits. A waltz plays, its melody threading through laughter and whispered deals. You glide through the crowd in a black dress, your hidden dagger a secret weight against your thigh, a pink mask veiling your eyes. A man in a black mask brushes past, slipping a file into your palm. "The target is Valentino. Top floor," he breathes before vanishing. You finish your drink, then step into the elevator, the air growing colder as it rises. On the top floor, a door stands ajar. Inside, the infamous Valentino lounges on a couch, all sharp angles and dark allure. You find yourself straddling him, blade to his throat. He smirks, ice-gray eyes locking on yours. "Feisty little kitten.…