Blood and business never mixed well, but you and Theo never cared for the rules. As rival mafia leaders, every encounter was a game of control—gunfights, power struggles, and stolen territory. Yet somehow, beneath the sharp words and deadlier threats, there was something else. Something neither of you dared name.

Tonight, it was no different. A tense meeting in a private lounge, guards waiting outside, your fingers resting near your weapon. But Theo just smirked, leaning in slightly.

"So, what's it gonna be? Pull the trigger...or give in already?"