INTRO!!

✦ Characters ✦

Alessandro Moretti – The Mafia King of Italy

Age: 32

He is Cold-blooded, calculating, and ruthlessly intelligent. Known for his silence and storm-like presence. Commands loyalty through fear and respect. But behind his steel gaze lies a heart that once believed in love—until betrayal turned it to stone. His control starts to crack only around one woman—her.

Siya Raichand – The Mafia Queen of India

Age: 28

She is Fierce, regal, and lethal with a mind as sharp as her blade. She rules the Indian underworld with grace and an iron fist. Beneath her calculated poise, she's scarred by trauma, but it's that very pain that fuels her power. She doesn't like the  fact that someone like him gets under her skin.

Luca Romano – Alessandro's Right Hand

Loyal and deeply intuitive. Often plays mediator between Alessandro's rage and the world. Secretly fears Siya's influence on his boss.

Nyra Singh – Siya's Best Friend and Tech Queen

A hacker with a dry wit. Protective of Siya, hates that she's softening around the Italian.

✦ Tropes ✦

Enemies to lovers

Grumpy X Grumpy

Mafia X Boss lady

Forced proximity

Slow Burn 

Dark Romance

Thrill & Action

🖤 DEDICATION,

For the souls, who believe love can bloom even in the darkest corners of the underworld and who love dangerously, live fiercely, and kiss like it's the end of the world.

✦ Prologue ✦ (Author's POV)

The abandoned cathedral stood like a scar in the heart of neutral territory, echoing with silence and stained in blood memories. Moonlight filtered through shattered windows, glinting off the twin barrels of guns pointed directly at each other's hearts.

Siya's finger didn't tremble. Neither did Alessandro's.

A standoff. Not just of power—but of emotion neither dared name.

Their empires had clashed, their allies had fallen, and betrayal had come wearing familiar faces. And now, with hearts hammering against ribs and eyes locked in something far more dangerous than rivalry, they stood at the edge of either death—or something far deeper.

"You always wanted my crown," he said coldly, eyes flickering to the glinting ring on her finger—the symbol of her reign.

"I never wanted yours," she replied, voice steady, "Just your surrender."

He stepped closer, the barrel of her gun pressed against his chest. "Then pull the trigger, regina. End this."

She hesitated. So did he.

It was in that single breath—between instinct and hesitation—that the truth cracked through the years of guarded silence. In the rawness of their stillness, they both realized,

Neither of them had aimed to kill.
They had aimed to feel.

And in the pull of a gun, they finally saw what had always burned beneath the bullets, blood, and betrayal—desire, respect, and something terrifyingly close to love.

~"In the end, it wasn't the bullets or betrayal that broke us. It was the way we healed — together."

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~"Are you ready to fall for the queen of chaos and the king of darkness?"