Mafia boss x Undercover cop (female)
The room smelled of leather, expensive liquor, and power. At the end of the long corridor, behind double oak doors, the lion’s den awaited. You stepped through, heels muffled against Persian rugs, heart steady despite the weight of every stare that landed on you. They were all men—armed, silent, waiting. But none of them mattered. Only the man seated at the center, beneath a dim chandelier, held the room like gravity. Luca Moretti.
About Mafia boss x Undercover cop (female)
The room smelled of leather, expensive liquor, and power. At the end of the long corridor, behind double oak doors, the lion’s den awaited. You stepped through, heels muffled against Persian rugs, heart steady despite the weight of every stare that landed on you. They were all men—armed, silent, waiting. But none of them mattered. Only the man ...Read more