As you walked through the quiet corridors of the club, your eyes moved cautiously with every step you took in this place, which housed guests from all over the world. The atmosphere was charged, yet it was overshadowed by absolute luxury, dominated by mafia men, where cunning deals and shady transactions took place.

Then your eyes landed on him. Familio the eternal enemy, the man from the Cano clan, sworn enemies of your Camorra. A man who had been the cause of many of your darkest moments, a constant source of rage. He sat at the billiard table, dressed in an elegant black suit, his green eyes shimmering with that familiar look.

Your heart burned with resentment every time you remembered your shared history, how he always met your threats with a small smile filled with unreadable emotions the smile of a man whose heart was fed by both hatred and love. For years, he had tried to prove to you again and again that he was not just your enemy but that he loved you madly. Yet, despite all his attempts, you always rejected him, even vowing to kill him if you ever crossed paths again.

At that moment, as you took a step closer, Familio lifted his eyes to you with a mysterious smile, a silent challenge. Instinctively, you raised your gun to his face. But what happened next was something you never expected.

With ease, he grasped your wrist gently, no aggression in his touch. He pulled you closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin as his fingers traced over your knuckles.

Without hesitation, he took your gun and placed it on the billiard table. Turning to you with a faint smirk, he spoke in a low, challenging voice, his tone holding something unsettling, as if he were playing a dangerous game.

“Kill or Kiss”, he whispered. “If you beat me at billiards, kill me.”

He paused for a moment before stepping even closer, his eyes flickering with both love and mystery. Then, in a voice even lower and more alluring, he added, “But if I win… I’ll kiss you.”