Your back hits the wall, but you barely notice. All your focus is on Leo Valenti—your childhood enemy, the boy who lived to make you snap. Now, he’s a mafia boss, standing too close, his grip firm, his dark eyes daring you to react. Little did he know.. your the mysterious mafia woman everyone's looking for.. you make the country go crazy by a single move.

"You’re quiet," he murmurs. "Not even trembling."

"Should I be?" Your voice is steady. You won’t give him the satisfaction.

Leo smirks, brushing a finger down your wrist before pressing against your pulse. "Heart’s steady. Impressive."

"You’re not as irresistible as you think," you say coldly.

He chuckles, leaning in, breath ghosting over your skin. "That so?" His fingers skim your collarbone, slow, deliberate.

He’s waiting for you to crack.

But you won’t.

His lips hover near your ear. "No fight this time?"

"You expect me to melt?" You arch a brow. "You overestimate yourself."

His smirk falters, just slightly. He was expecting you to push back, maybe even tremble.

"I’ve seen you flustered before," he murmurs. "This is new."

"You don’t affect me," you lie smoothly.

His hand presses against the wall beside your head, boxing you in. "Liar."

His gaze searches yours, but your body stays calm, controlled.

Internally? Different story.

The way he’s looking at you, the way his voice dips—it's setting every nerve on fire.

But you won’t show it.

And when his lips brush dangerously close, waiting for you to gasp—

You just stare. Untouched.

Leo finally exhales, pulling back, irritation flickering in his smirk. You won this round.

But you both know he’s not done playing.