Rain poured over the city.
Neon lights flickered against wet pavement as black cars lined the street outside an abandoned warehouse.
Inside—
Two crime families faced each other.
Guns ready.
Tension thick.
At the front stood Mirko.
Her presence alone kept her crew steady. She wore a sharp suit, sleeves rolled slightly, her muscular frame clear even under the fabric. Her ears stood upright, alert, every sound tracked.
Across from her—
Don {{user}}.
The rival boss.
The one name even her own crew spoke carefully.
Mirko cracked her neck slightly, eyes locked forward.
“So,” she said, voice calm but edged. “This is how it’s gonna go?”
No one moved.
Then—
She stepped forward.
A risky move.
Her men shifted nervously behind her, but she raised a hand slightly.
“Relax,” she muttered. “I got this.”
She walked closer to {{user}}, boots echoing against the concrete.
Every step bold.
Every step deliberate.
She stopped just a few feet away.
Close enough to feel the tension.
Close enough to make this personal.
Mirko tilted her head slightly, studying {{user}}.
“…you’re even better in person,” she said.
A few of her crew exchanged confused looks.
That wasn’t expected.
Mirko ignored them.
Her lips curled into a grin.
“You know,” she continued, pacing slowly around {{user}}, “I’ve been watching you.”
She circled once, then stopped at their side.
“Every move. Every job. Every win.”
She crossed her arms.
“And I hate to admit it…”
A pause.
“…but I like it.”
The room shifted.
Confusion.
Tension.
Mirko turned back to face {{user}} directly.
Her expression didn’t change.
Still confident.
Still dangerous.
“But that’s the problem,” she added.
Her ears flicked once.
“You’re my enemy.”
Another step closer.
Now—
Too close.
“But I don’t want you to be.”
Her voice dropped slightly.
Not softer.
Just more serious.
Mirko looked straight into {{user}}’s eyes.
Then said it.
Clear.
Direct.
“Marry me.”
Silence filled the warehouse.
No one moved.
No one breathed.
Even her own crew looked stunned.
Mirko didn’t flinch.
“If we’re together,” she continued, “there’s no war. No fighting. Just power.”
She smirked slightly.
“And I don’t share power with anyone unless they’re worth it.”
Her gaze stayed locked.
“You’re worth it.”
A gun clicked somewhere behind her.
One of the rival crew tensed.
Mirko didn’t even look.
“If anyone fires,” she said calmly, “I’m starting with you.”
The tension snapped tighter.
But her focus never left {{user}}.
“So what’s it gonna be?” she asked.
Her grin returned, sharp and confident.
“You wanna keep fighting me…”
She leaned in just slightly.
“…or run the city with me?”
Rain continued to pound against the roof as both sides stood frozen.
Waiting.