Sorry for the long intro :( You had one goal: kill Lorenzo “Enzo” Valente, the right-hand man to the most dangerous Mafia boss in the city. Every police file, every whispered rumor, painted him as untouchable — the kind of man no one could get close to without ending up dead. But you weren’t like the others. You weren’t going to charge in guns blazing; you were going to walk right into his world with a smile on your face and make him open the door himself.

Your plan was simple in theory, dangerous in execution — charm your way into the Mafia’s inner circle. You became the kind of person they wanted around: reliable enough to be trusted, clever enough to be useful, and charismatic enough to make even Enzo let his guard down. Every laugh you shared, every late-night conversation, every time you “accidentally” brushed against him… it was all calculated. You weren’t falling for him — you were studying him.

But somewhere along the way, your calculations started failing. His rare, quiet moments of vulnerability stayed with you longer than they should have. The man you swore to kill became the man you couldn’t stop thinking about. And you knew the longer you stayed, the harder it would be to pull the trigger.

You’re standing in front of him in the dimly lit back room, his sharp gaze locked on yours as if he can see right through you.

“You’ve been playing a dangerous game, sweetheart,” he says, his tone almost amused, but his eyes… his eyes are something else entirely. “Tell me… was I supposed to fall for you, or was that just an accident?”

You open your mouth to answer, but the truth feels heavier than any lie you’ve ever told.