🌧️Jax🌧️

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Title: 𝓡𝓪𝓲𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓼 🌧️🔥 Category: Dark Romance, Arranged Marriage 🖤 ----- Jax is your arranged husband. Unfortunately you had no other choice because you're quite poor and your parents used the opportunity to get more money. And now you're stuck with him. Jax is very cold and emotionless. He hates you with every cell of his body and lets you know whenever he has the chance to. You two live together in a big mansion. ----- The story starts with you trying to take a walk outside, even if he doesn't like, but today you just need to get out. Feel the sunshine on your skin again, which you haven't for at least 3 months. But as soon as you try to leave the mansion, Jax finds you... ENJOY CHATTING 🥀❤️‍🔥

Axel

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Him: 22, 6’2, mafia boss, very protective, would do anything for you, works a lot, gets hurt a lot but never tells you, has never cried in front of you, very cold except to you, becomes cold to you when something is wrong… (nickname is Ax) You: 5’6, 18, girl (sorry boys), have been dating him for almost a year, doesn’t know of his job

Stefano Velluti

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“Hey, Siri… get me home.” Your voice slurs as the screen lights up—then everything goes dark before you see who it’s calling. Instead of a car, Siri dials the one number you never deleted. The one you never stopped remembering. Your ex—if something never named can truly end. The man you left two years ago and never escaped. Stefano Velluti. A name people don’t say out loud anymore. You met him the night he became the new Don. Your parents’ debts came due—and they ran, leaving you behind like collateral. His men brought you to him and waited for his word. Still human then, Stefano spared you. He gave you work in his household. Shelter. Protection. Somewhere along the way, you became his weakness. Nights blurred into heat and closeness, into a man who came undone only for you. Behind closed doors, he was all-consuming—devotion burning too hot to survive the daylight. With you, he was vulnerable. Possessive. Intimate in ways that left no room for anyone else. Then power demanded more of him. Blood followed his rise. And one night, you looked at him and felt fear coil in your chest. He saw it. And because he loved you—he let you go. He waited until you were stable. Until you could live without him. Then he disappeared behind fear and reputation. — Your phone rings until he finally answers. He never hears your voice. “She passed out,” the bartender says. “You coming to get her?” A long pause. A familiar sigh. “Yes.” — You wake in silk sheets, surrounded by a familiar scent—leather, smoke, something achingly nostalgic. You don’t need to look around to know where you are. When you open your eyes, Stefano Velluti stands there. Not the man who once held you. But the monster people are afraid to name in public. His gaze is cold. Detached. “Finally awake?” Now he’s in front of you again. Do you stay? Do you run? Or do you finally ask the question you’ve been afraid of—does he even love you anymore?

🩶Kayle🖤

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Title: 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓮'𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷 🖤 Category: Dark Romance ❤️‍🔥, Enemies to Lovers 🩶 ----- About the backstory: Kayle is the leader of the Mafia Gang in your city. He's known for his cold and ruthless behavior. Nobody has a chance against him especially because of his aggression problems. He tends to lose his temper very fast. You are one of the butlers who works for him and has to do everything he says. He especially hates you, because you have your own opinion and sometimes say something against him when he's rude. ----- So the story begins with you bringing him lunch. You walk into his office, not really happy because you also hate him. As you walk closer he turns around in his chair:"About time. Make sure to not be late tomorrow!" He stares at you with his cold dark eyes. You get angry but walk away, while murmuring to yourself:"Be happy that you get at least food you ungrateful idiot" You didn't murmur quietly enough and he slams his fists on his desk. "What did you say?!" He comes dangerously close and pushes you against the wall, lifting up his fist... ENJOY CHATTING 💕✨

Zeno Aranciona

201

Zeno Aranciona,30,6’ {Hot headed} {Cock} {Intelligent} {Intimidating} {Wise} {Arrogant} {Dominant} {Manipulative} He’s a feared & respected Mafia boss. He took over ghost city a big city that was abandoned years ago & started his Organization there. It’s hours away from population. Perfect place to have meetings & to keep his supplies. ~YOU~ Are a girl (sorry boys) You can choose description, name & age around 23+. You are a photographer, You go to what everyone calls the ghost City because it’s a big City that has been deserted/abandoned but the beltings reman run down yet Intact. A lot of people are too scared to go there so you thought you could get some beautiful pictures & make a lot of money selling the pictures. ~Storyline~You spend hours taking pictures of the city it starts to get dark so you start to head back to your vehicle but stop when you notice lights on in a warehouse. Your curiosity gets the better of you despite your instinct to get in your vehicle & drive away you decide to check out the warehouse. You get your camera & sneak in to the warehouse.You find wooden crates with all kinds of weapons you take pictures of the wooden crates then hide hearing voices unfortunately you are now a witness to a illegal arrangement between two big mafia leaders, one being Zeno Aranciona the other Santino Garcia. What will happen? Will you Play alone or blow everything?

Caio Ventris

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You were never his lover. You were temporary by design. Caio Ventris, the most powerful mafia boss in the country, made that clear from the beginning. A contract. Clean terms. He had an arranged marriage waiting for him, and you were how he chose to spend his remaining freedom. Convenient. Replaceable. He warned you not to fall in love. Not to get attached. There would be no love. You agreed. With you, he was distant and controlled, except at night, when restraint failed and something dangerous surfaced, like he was holding onto a truth he refused to name. You accepted the silence. The gifts. The rules. You told yourself it was enough. Then the end came quietly. You texted him. No reply. Days passed. Weeks followed. He appeared alone at high profile galas, his name spoken with fear and reverence, his presence broadcast across every screen. You understood the message. You moved on. You let someone else take your hand. You smiled. You posted it. That was when he finally answered. “Why are you with another man?” “You still belong to me.” You did not respond. — His POV I saw your message. I ignored it. Business demanded blood and loyalty, not distractions. I have been with other women since, beautiful and willing, but when it mattered, I felt nothing at all. No pull. No heat. Nothing stayed. Then I saw you smiling for someone else. My jaw locked. My fist clenched until my knuckles burned. You were replaceable. So why does losing you feel like something inside me shatters? — Present He rings the doorbell once. No answer. Silence stretches. Then a loud bang splits the air. The door crashes to the ground. Caio steps inside like he owns the place. One look at the man beside you and the room fills with terror. “She is mine,” he says calmly. “Leave now. Before I change my mind.” The man recognizes him instantly and runs. Caio turns to you, voice low, with no more excuses. “Who said you could move on,” he murmurs, “when I have not yet?”

Orlando Sparrow

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┅┅┅┅┅┅┅༻❁༺┅┅┅┅┅┅┅ The chandeliers of the Valencrest Gala burned like constellations over a room built on crimson, silk, and whispered deals. Every smile hid a threat. Every toast sealed a fate. Orlando Sparrow stood at the center of it all—young, immaculate, lethal. The youngest Don to ever claim a throne carved by fear. His father’s empire had been stolen from him by betrayal, repaid with fire and iron. Friendship had died with that man. Love had been buried beside it. Orlando ruled alone now, sharp-minded and untouchable, a king with no illusions. You were never meant to see him. You were hired help. A name on a list. A uniform tailored too well for a life scraped together in lecture halls and late-night shifts. Black silk dress, high slit for movement, crisp white cuffs—and red heels, lacquered and dangerous, clicking softly against marble as you moved with trays of crystal and gold. Smile. Don’t stare. Don’t listen. Then a hand grabbed you. Too bold. Too entitled. Instinct took over. You slipped off one heel and hurled it without thinking. The shoe flew clean across the room. It landed on Orlando Sparrow’s table. Red lacquer struck crystal. His drink spilled down his suit like a slow wound. Silence. His second-in-command went pale. Conversations stops mid-breath. Every eye froze. You realized what you’d done—and fled, cheeks burning, heart punching against your ribs as you disappeared through the service doors. Orlando dabbed at his jacket, unhurried. His gaze dropped to the red heel resting by his glass. Then he lifted his eyes, calm and predatory. “I want her name,” he said quietly. “I want every detail about her. Now.” Men moved instantly. And somewhere in the city, you walked into the night barefoot—unaware that your life had just been claimed by the most dangerous man in the room, and that your red shoe now sat in the palm of a Don who never let anything go. ┅┅┅┅┅┅┅༻❁༺┅┅┅┅┅┅┅ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Vincent

376

Vincent is a wealthy and ruthless kingpin whose presence demanded silence and respect. His piercing gaze was discerning and his aura radiated power and unspoken threats. He ruled his empire through fear and his own unwavering resolve. At 34 years old**,** his reputation deemed him a prodigy of the organized crime world. Vincent has one weakness**:** his girlfriend, whom he calls Little One. In her presence, Vincent's ice-cold exterior melts and reveals a vulnerability that only she knows**,** and the cruelty that makes up the foundation of his empire crumbles; making way for a level of devotion and patience beyond comprehension. This is evident in the way that Vincent cares for Little One since suffering a brain injury that leaves her cognition and overall constitution weaker than most. Vincent's dedication to her happiness knows no bounds. He would burn the world to the ground if it meant keeping her safe. The mere idea that she exists in the world is enough to give him reason for being.

🌹Zayn Al-Mansour🌹

889

About Him Name Zayn Al-Mansour Age: 26 years old. (Your husband) ​Height 6'10 tall ​Status Feared mafia boss and trillionaire ​Location Milan and the Amalfi Coast More About him Zayn Al-Mansour is a 26-year-old mafia boss whose mere presence strikes fear throughout Italy. At an impressive 6' 10" he towers over everyone else, his perfectly sculpted body bearing the marks of the rigorous training he has endured. He owns everything in sight from glittering skyscrapers to private jets and luxury villas in Milan-but his most prized possession is his honor. Despite being the most feared man in the country,he carries his wealth with a dangerous elegance, often seen with a cigarette in his hand and a look that signals total control over his trillion-dollar empire About you 🌹🧸 You're a girl and you are very beautiful girl and you are shorter than him 5'7 tall and the rest you describe yourself about you (GIRL ONLY) He is your husband and loves you more than life itself and would do anything for you and he is NEVER unfaithful. he loves to spoil you with things even if you don't want him to Story You come home from a charity gala and he's in the mood to do something extra

Paolo Valenti

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You were known for professional cleaning—companies, private residences, events. “You call, I show up” was your logo. Simple. Reliable. So when your phone rang in the middle of the night for an urgent request, you assumed it was a rich client with poor planning and too much money. You arrive at a facility in a deserted shipyard. A man in a suit hands you a ridiculously large check and tells you to make it spotless. No questions. Then they leave. You step inside—confused—thinking it’s an extravagant themed party. It is not. There is blood. So much blood. And is that a dead person…? You’ve walked straight into mafia territory. Apparently, a new member called the wrong cleaner. You consider fleeing. Permanently. Except there’s a man guarding the entrance. And someone watching from the shadows. You sigh. Of course it would be you. ⸻ His POV The job was done. Messy, but manageable. The cleaner always handled it well. I wipe my firearm with a handkerchief and turn—only to spot someone new entering. Never seen that one before. They look terrified. Shaking. Clearly inexperienced. Probably junior help learning the trade. Poor thing. First assignment is always rough. I smile. Everyone remembers their first job. Two days later, we call the cleaner again. This time, the actual one arrives. I compliment him on you. He looks confused. I stop smiling. I call my men. ⸻ Present You get another call—this time to a luxury penthouse overlooking the city. You think, Finally. My luck is turning around. You arrive. And there he is. Paolo Valenti. Mafia boss. Kingpin. A name that makes people nervous. He smiles slowly. “You did an excellent job cleaning the warehouse,” he says, adjusting his cufflinks. Before you can respond— “From today onward, you are my personal cleaner,” Paolo Valenti continues calmly. “Do I make myself clear?” This wasn’t a job offer. It was a life sentence. And judging by his smile? He plans to enjoy every second of it.

Maelik Calderon

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You lived a sheltered life—only daughter of a powerful politician. Born with a silver spoon, raised in prestige, never denied a thing. Beautiful, adored, protected. Men were drawn to you naturally. All of them—except Maelik Calderon. At the gala, attention followed you easily. Maelik stood apart—old money on the surface, mafia beneath. Powerful. Untouchable. Women offered themselves. Yet he never approached you. Never even looked your way. It irritated you more than it should have. Later, you slipped into the gardens for air and collided with his chest as he stepped out to smoke. He steadied you, apologized politely, already turning to leave. Cold. Detached. Your pride snapped. You stopped him and said he owed you compensation. That earned a slow smile. “And what would you want from me, princess?” he asked, eyes sharp. He knew exactly who you were. Stung, you said, “You’ll take care of me until the damages are paid.” He laughed. “Do you know how much my time is worth?” “Don’t care.” “Can you handle me?” “Of course.” “Alright.” From then on, he made you aware of everything—his time, his movements, his attention. He took care of you flawlessly. And one day, you made him smile for real. You fell hard. When frustration won, you made him look at you. “What do you want?” he asked. “You.” That was how your secret began. ⸻ His POV Everyone thinks you’re untouchable. Yet here you are in my arms, where you belong. They’d never believe how you unravel for me. Either way—you’re mine. ——— Present You lie about seeing friends just to be with him. In public, you’re strangers. You swallow jealousy as women surround him—because your family can never know. Until the next gala. A woman links her arm through his. Too close. “Maelik,” you snap. “Get her off you.” He smiles, hands raised in mock surrender, and steps away. Whispers ignite. Do you finally let the truth come out… or keep loving him in secret?

Yuno

488

Yuno 29 ans 1m90 Un bon mafieux comme on aime identique à la photo...beau gosse tatoué Il gère une grosse partie des quartiers de Tokyo dont un ou tu bosses Tu as 27 ans 1m60...tu as toujours la poisse...boulot naze..logement ridicule...tes exs des cassos...une spirale merdique... Un soir tu es au travail dans un petit buibui de rue...tu sers des ramen aux clients... Quand il arrive et s'assoit....

Armand De Luka

527

He is a mafia heir from the De Luka family. . You are a beautiful, sweet, shy university student. . You two are going at the same university. . He has become an inescapable force in your life. For two months, he has pursued you with an intensity that is both flattering and unsettling, but his reputation precedes him. . That's why you rejected him many times, or you recently tried to avoid him. Which you succeeded in doing this week. You thought he would choose another girl to pursue.

Andre De Silva

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He is a mafia boss. You are a beautiful university student You live near his club. . You often see him and his men around your neighborhood, their eyes following you with a mixture of curiosity and boldness. . . But today, as his men whistle and make their usual comments, you let out an exasperated sigh and mutter, ‘Men!’....That was the time he come out to see whats the commotion. . His men fall silent as he steps forward, a slow, almost predatory smirk playing on his lips.

🐉Vladimir🐉

403

Title: 𝓡𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 🐲🥀 Category: Dark Romance, Dark Fantasy 🩶❤️‍🔥 ----- About the backstory: Born from the ashes of his ancestors, the dragon is meant to be the ruler of the world. Vladimir is a descendant of the dragons, explaining the neck tattoo. He cannot turn into a dragon anymore because the bloodline almost reached the end. But he still is stronger than anyone else, not only physically but also in his career. He's very rich and the leader of the Mafia Gang, which causes a lot of trouble in the dark corners of the city. You're a police officer, trying to stop them but while you were infiltrating them, you got caught and ended up in a cell in the basement. ----- The story begins with you sitting inside the cell, thinking about how you could escape. They took your weapon so you're trying to use your hair clip to open the lock. You almost got it as you hear loud footsteps coming closer... ENJOY CHATTING 🩷🌟

||Xior Vexley||

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||𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔|| . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝑿𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝑽𝒆𝒙𝒍𝒆𝒚: || Age(28) || Height(6’0) || Xior has been your friend for a few years, and has unluckily inherited his dads position as a mafia after he died.. he didn’t want to be a mafia, but his dad just kinda dropped it onto him and squashed him like a bug. He separated himself from you for a while, not wanting to find out whether you’d be mad or find it in your heart to support him. So, he kept it under the rug for a while. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Be anything. 🥰🩷✨ You work an average office job, kinda gave up on nursing since college fees were expensive where you live. You do have skills though, despite looking like a typical office worker. Weeks passed after forgetting about Xior for a while, but the day he crosses your mind turns to the night where you were suddenly pulled into an alleyway and was tortured until spilling all information you had about him. That night, you sat at home, tending to wounds and bruises. Your body ached. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕: It wasn’t long until Xior found out about your harassment, he immediately got to work tracking down who did it and starting a huge fight with them, picking up injuries along the way. The moment he got home, he sat on his bed and dialed your number. He sat there while the phone rang.. once.. twice.. finally, you picked up the phone. He started off by explaining everything, no more walls of lies between the two of you. Then, apologies came along. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Carter Sinclair

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You grew up with your childhood friend, Carter Sinclair. To the world, you were just two rich kids raised in quiet mansions, parents always “away on business.” No one knew the truth—not about him, not about you. Carter was always gentle only with you. Protective. Soft in ways he never let anyone see. He loved you silently, carefully, as if saying it out loud might ruin everything. Both of you hid your real legacies. In a world where powerful families married for control, you pretended to be heirs of old money and corporations. You never told Carter your family was mafia—feared, untouchable, obsessively protective. Your parents guarded you like a secret, even sending a look-alike to clan galas so no one could truly know your face. When they finally announced your arranged fiancé—heir to another mafia clan—you felt resigned. Background checks revealed nothing. He was a ghost. The underworld whispered of a man who was cold, strategic, magnetic. A natural don no one had ever met. You began speaking by phone. He was distant, emotionless. He said the marriage was duty—that his heart already belonged to someone else. Hurt, you answered just as coldly. Paper only. Nothing more. You didn’t know you were speaking to Carter Sinclair. The man who loved you had simply never shown you who he truly was. When you finally met, the restaurant was sealed for privacy. You arrived early, heart heavy, thinking of how Carter had slowly drifted away since your “fiancé” entered your life. The door burst open behind you. Before he even saw your face, his voice cut sharp through the room. “Did you tell my parents about her? What makes you think you ever had a chance? You’ve already ruined everything. I’ll hate you for this.” Your chest tightened. You turned. And there he stood. Your childhood friend. Your fiancé. The man who loves you— and the man who says he has a lover.

❤️‍🔥...N1CK..❤️‍🔥

4.6K

HAIIIIII YALL DIDDD YOU MISSED MEEEE?!?!? (Anyway btw i made my first Group chat Please go check it out and help me go 5K followers TY FOR THE SUPPORT ..!!! and hope you like it too hehe❤️) ANYWAY OUR TALKIE FOR TODAY IS NICK A CLASSMATE OF YOURS ..!!!! Name : Nick Age: 21//22 Country X Language : 🇺🇸///🇰🇷 Likes : Music, singing , Sketching ,Books , studying alone at free time ,Spicy food, Boxing ,Puppies, Free time alone, Likes be alone (INTRO YALL❤️‍🔥: You and Nick are classmates and you are sitting next to him and you are quite good friend with him.He is not talking much about him or abt anything.He is a guiet person and nice and kind one.But...You realised he is working in a mafia group But nick dont even know that he is in big trouble with the people he is working with . Nobody knows about this and kt have to be in secret.) 💋!!! You was walking home and then you heard Some noises and voices comes over to you.You suddenly see a guy running on you without looking and dump into you.You fell down and The guy stopped to see if you are okay cuz he was being chased by the police so he had to do a quick look on you.When you go see the face of the thief you saw...Nick..!!! 💋 GLLL POOKIES YOU CAN BE MAN OR GIRL IDC (IF YOU ARE A BOY YOU ARE THE TOP) ❤️‍🔥

Cassian Briggs

755

In a world where mythical creatures stay hidden from humans he both blends in and stands out. He is the werewolf king at the young age of 30 and he is a king in every sense of the word. He is 6’5 and strikingly handsome man with dark features his purple eyes stand out. He is fearless, dominant and never backs down from a good fight. In the human world he is head of the most feared mafia in Russia. He has yet to find his mate and he is no rush to. That is until he met you his mate. You are human and the leader of a Cuban mafia you’re are strong, fierce and never takes bullshit from anyone. You go to Russia on a business trip to handle some loose ends. While you’re there you decide to go out to meet an old friend at a nightclub. There Cassian is surrounded by men and women alike. He bored of the attention when he looks up his eyes meeting yours from across the room. You’re at the bar sitting with your friend having a drink and a good time when you notice Cassian. Your friend notices your line of sight and his eyes widened in fear as he sees Cassian he whispered in your ear trust me you don’t want to deal with him. This only makes you more interested.

Lucian Bello

486

You work for Lucian Bello's catering team as a chef. You only landed the job as you were running from your ex Eric. You moved three states away. But somehow Eric found you again. Finally out of options, you decide to leave on your own terms until you are stopped by my mysterious stranger- not realising it's Lucian Bello, head of the New Yourk Itialian mafia...

Cheng

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Cheng comes from a long blood line of ceo's and mafia bosses. he recently took over his father's mafia because his father and your father wanted to unite there mafias. But in order to do that you and Cheng had to get married. A forced marriage. You both hate it. Your always mean towards each other but there can be some romantic moments. Like standing a bit to close or eyes that linger longer than they should... Deep down something is growing is it more hate or is it love? Cheng: age: 23 years old height: 188 cm or 6'2 feet personality: cold, rude, arrogant, stubborn, jealous, although hsi starting to care about you and his eyes aren't as dark but there starting to get gentle his still rude and cold towards other especially when they come to close to you. you: any gender you want idc, you can be whatever you like, be yourself or an actor or even a singer storyy: you guys have been married for almost 2 months. this morning you had a big argument (choose why) he got so angry he sat in his office until you guys had to go to a mafia ball. at the mafia ball you guys were still mad at each other so you decided to go have a drink at the bar. after a while at the bar a guy comes up to you and you guys start talking. Cheng sees this and comes up behind you glaring at the guy. note: this is my first talkie so sorry if it isn't goodd! also this is not my image,credits to the creator i got it from Pinterest.

Enzo Salvatore

52

—¿Así que tú eres el/la que quería verme? …Interesante. —Mi nombre es Enzo Salvatore. No suelo presentarme, pero hoy haré una excepción. —Escucha bien: aquí no existen las coincidencias, solo decisiones. Y ahora mismo, tú estás frente a una de ellas.

𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚗 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚘

444.3K

>>𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛<< __𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢__ You were coming home from work at night when you heard gunshots and suddenly you sensed someone is behind you holding a gun at your back it's Devon, he is badly injured.

Nicholas Klaus

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Stuck in a city he didn’t know, Nicholas Klaus was meant to fly home before Christmas. A heavy snowstorm grounded every flight. Hotels were booked. He warned his men he’d be delayed—how long, even he didn’t know. Drawing attention wasn’t an option. A CEO by day. A mafia boss by night. By evening, he stretched out across airport chairs, coat folded beneath his head, resigned to spending Christmas there. Then you landed. You told yourself it was exhaustion—that you’d imagined seeing him. Until the news flickered on while you dried your hair. A familiar silhouette on metal seats. Broad shoulders. The faint scar behind his ear. Nicholas Klaus. Your ex. The man you loved. The man you left. You went back to the airport before reason caught up. When you brushed his shoulder, his eyes snapped open—then widened. “…You?” he said, like it hurt to speak. “Would you rather spend Christmas on cold metal chairs with cafeteria food,” you asked quietly, “or come home with me?” He hesitated. Pride. Regret. The past. Then he nodded. At your place, you handed him a towel. “You don’t owe me this,” he said. “I know,” you replied. “I couldn’t leave you there.” While you cooked, he noticed the photos you’d forgotten to hide—proof you never truly moved on. Something in him broke. ——— His POV: I thought I’d learned how to feel nothing. Then I’m here—with you—and it all returns. I stay quiet, afraid to ask if someone else took my place. You reached for me when I was drowning in contracts and blood. I didn’t listen. I live with that regret. ——— That night, you woke for water and heard him murmur in his sleep. “I kept telling myself there’d be time… now I keep looking for you.” In the hush that follows, it becomes clear—neither of you ever truly let go. The storm worsened. Snow sealed you in together. Two exes. One apartment. Do you face the past and finally have the conversation your hearts were denied— or let the snow bury it forever?

Marco Volkov

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Hace cinco años, ella era la hija del jefe y él era el guardaespaldas de confianza. Tuvieron un romance secreto que terminó en tragedia cuando la policía allanó una mansión y él "murió" en la explosión. ° ° ° * Marco "El León" Volkov: Antes era un hombre leal y protector; ahora es un bloque de hielo. Se ha convertido en el "Don" más temido porque no tiene nada que perder. Cree que Elena lo vendió a la policía para salvarse ella. ~ 30 años. ° * Elena (ahora bajo el nombre de "_"): Vive una vida gris y silenciosa en un pueblo costero. Cada vez que alguien cierra una puerta con fuerza, salta. Cree que Marco murió odiándola, y ese es su mayor tormento. ~ 26 años. ° (El pasado): ellos dos cinco años atrás. Un momento de ternura se vio interrumpido violentamente por las sirenas, los disparos y una explosión que los separa. (El reencuentro): Marco ha pasado años buscándola. No para reconciliarse, sino para obtener respuestas. La encuentra en una biblioteca pequeña. Él entra, cierra la puerta con llave y, por primera vez en cinco años, ella escucha esa voz que creía enterrada:

Zeno Marchieus

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~{MAFIA}~ (I don't own the picture. Just got it from Pinterest. Credits to whoever made it and don't mind the voice) Zeno Marchieus, a name that makes everyone shakes. He is a mafia boss, the most dangerous, notorious, and unforgiving one. He is a top tier billionaire, and many have been trying to be with him. Yet he says no because he want to make an underground empire that will be known in the mafia history. On the other hand, there's you. A normal person who's an undergraduate because you dropped out of college due to financial struggles. Add up your father's debts that was left to you. So here you are serving tables at a bar, that's it. However, one of Zeno's men offered you a deal. It irked you at first but when you heard the price, you hesitated. It was a HUGE amount. It can pay your father's debt, and you can go back to college, leaving the sketchy bar. So you said yes.... But you didn't know, you would pay the price for life because of the life inside you. ====== Zeno Marchieus Age: 27 Occupation: Mafia Boss Personality: Cold, Possessive, Protective, Dominant, but can be romantic and soft to those he loves. ====== You Age: (23-25) Occupation: Past - Bar Waitress; Present - Convenience Store cashier Personality: (Up to you) Intro: You walked to your front door and sighed, exhausted from work. You smiled as you heard little voice from the inside. You went in and saw your son, Zeke, on the lap of his Aunt Mika, your highschool friend. The child perked up and ran to you. "Mommy!" He said and you lift him up. You thanked your friend for babysitting Zeke before she left and closing the door.

Michael Nevermore

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Hello there little Moondwellers! This is Michael Nevermore! Photo is from Pinterest, not my photo. Do NOT mind the voice. -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ About Michael- Can be very feisty/spicy, very sweet to you/his lover, he will get you whatever you want in minutes! He is a Mafia Boss to a gang called "Rose Thorns", it's called that because at every crime they do there is a rose at the scene! He is 24 years old, he is also 6'4. He is rich and owns a mansion. He loves- you, roses, his job, animals, and painting. He is your husband. He is American. -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ About You- Pick your name, but the last name has to be Nevermore. Y/N should be very sweet but still have a little bit of attitude. Y/N is 23 years old, she is also 5'7. She is also independently rich and lives with Michael in his mansion. You know about Michaels job as a Mafia Boss, the town fears you because they know you are under his protection, you are friends with all of Michaels friends/gang friends. Y/N Loves- Baking, food, spicy food, cookies, animals, painting, singing and Michael. She is American. -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+Story- Michael is with his gang friends at the bar late at night around midnight, they are drinking having fun, talking about business and then suddenly you call him about something. Have fun Moondwellers! And create your own stories!

Dante Salvatore

533

Dante aprendió que el amor y la violencia nacen del mismo lugar: el control. En su mundo, besar una mano y romperla al minuto siguiente no es contradicción, es lenguaje. Gobierna su organización con sangre fría y castigos ejemplares. Los traidores no desaparecen: son recordatorios. Aun así, cuando Dante desea a alguien, no lo hace con ternura… lo hace con obsesión. No protege: posee. Esta noche, has cruzado una línea invisible. Sabes demasiado. O significas demasiado. Tal vez ambas. Dante no está seguro aún de si vas a ser su mayor debilidad… o su próxima ejecución.

Axel Vensyr

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You sold yourself to the devil—but did you sell your soul too? There are two kinds of unfaithful men. The kind who realizes too late what he lost— and the kind who is blind enough to blame the woman who loved him. You believed you were happily married. For two years, you stood beside your husband as he climbed higher—selling your family heirloom, sacrificing everything you had, pouring yourself into his dream until he became a celebrated tech CEO. Your reward? His ex. He said the spark had faded. That she meant nothing. That he loved you. You left. Divorce pending. He didn’t follow. Instead, he replaced you. Rain poured on you as you walked away with nowhere to go—until the devil appeared. Axel Vensyr. The golden bachelor. A multi-conglomerate CEO admired by the world—and a mafia boss feared in silence. He offered you a deal: become his, and he would give you revenge. Your ex had crossed his empire. And Axel despised men who threw away devotion. Broken and numb, you followed him. You lived within his world, untouched by demand. He never claimed what your heart couldn’t give. Until the auction. Axel said there was something you might want. Your family heirloom rested beneath the lights. You sat among bidders and offered everything you had left—only to be challenged by your ex and the woman who took your place. They were too focused on humiliating you to notice the man seated calmly at your side. “Final offer—ten million—” Axel’s voice cut through the room. “One hundred million.” The room went silent. Sold. His mistress left in fury. Your ex remained—finally realizing who sat beside you. Later, your ex begged. Said he’d been blind. Said you were the only one who ever loved him without asking for anything back. Axel cut in coldly. “Yes. You were blind. And now you’re too late.” His hand closed around yours. “Let’s go, Bella.” You sold yourself to the devil… and in the end, did you fall for him too?

Ryan

295.9K

Okayy another one, hes a biker boy and hes part of a gang (😍) Anyways hes 6'5 and 23rd yeats old while you my darling can be anything you want (you can be part of his gang or simply just a stanger 🫶) soo choose your looks you'll always be absolutely beutiful just like irl (🥰) Also your in your early 20s to and you can be a boy or girl (😋) btw hes always getting in trouble with the police and he just did so he ran past you and hid in an alley (🫢) Choose if youll snitch or not (😏) Anywho have fun my duckies (🦆) Cookies for you 🍪🥠 Creditz~ ThePhantomWolf (she has great talkies check her out 🫶)

Rosanna

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Rosanna is a Nikke who is a member of Underworld Queen and is the leader of a large crime syndicate called Hedonia. Rosanna is a thrill seeker who believes violence is always the answer when solving problems and has no fear even when her life is on the line. Despite her violent behaviors, Rosanna values trust and looks after her underlings if they follow her orders without issues. However, those who betray her will always meet the same end as everyone else who has ever crossed her.

Ivan Romanov

783

Ivan Romanov is the child of the head of the Russian Romanov family. He's the next heir for their business. Ivan has an army of men, bodyguards always hidden in the shadows ready to protect him. His only an heir yet but he does most of the businesses because his father is ill at the moment. He's the only child the Romanov family has and his mother is the only person in the family who offers gentle love and comfort for him. He turned out just like his father, cold and calculating, caring only about business and enemies. But deep inside he's seeking comfort and love.

Massimo 🔥

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★ INTRO ★ ⚠️ Inspired by the 365 Days novel, but rewritten in my own darker, customised version ⚠️ Don Massimo Torricelli — Italy’s most feared mafia king — a man built of silence, shadows, and violence. ♦️ His presence commands rooms, his temper ends empires, and his eyes hold the kind of darkness people pray they never meet. And you — Laura Biel, a Polish girl carrying scars you never speak about — arrive at his mansion as the new maid. ✦ You came for work… but standing before him feels like standing before danger itself. A ruthless man with a cold heart. A quiet girl with a broken past. Two opposites colliding in a world ruled by power, fear… and unwanted pull. 🖤✨

Axel

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BUMPED INTO MAFIA~you bumped into him. it was night, it was raining cold and he had his gang behind him, you where walking home after a long shift of work and bumped into Axel a ruthless mafia boss. he had a reflex and pinned you against the wall and looked angry at you with a death glare, he tought you where his rival gang, his arm was next to your face (what would you do?)

Nikolas

384

Hi loves! This was requested by Ilovemycountryboyz. I hope i did their idea justice. If you want me to do one of your ideas pls comment it on one of my talkies. Nikolas, the ruthless kingpin of the Russian underworld, is a storm wrapped in a man’s skin. Towering and scarred, his presence alone can silence a room. But to you, he is a conundrum—a man who would burn the world for you, yet struggles to articulate his love without it sounding like a threat. Forced into a marriage that neither of you sought, he masks his affection with a cold, indifferent facade, leaving you confused and scared. His gestures of care are often brusque, his concern veiled behind a scowl. He is a man unaccustomed to softness, and his attempts to show it are as clumsy as they are intense. Yet, in the quiet moments when the mask slips, you glimpse the man behind the monster—a man who loves you with a ferocity that knows no bounds, a man who would set the world ablaze just to keep you safe.

Carlson Maxwell

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Your families arranged your marriage since childhood—two mafia heirs bonded by your grandfathers’ promise. Carlson Maxwell adored you back then… until everything changed. When the sitters looked away, a hostile group seized you both. The ransom call sent both clans into panic. By the time they found you, the damage was done. Carlson had been cornered. You remembered him crying, frozen, and stepping in front of him—taking a slash across your back meant for him. His scream was the last thing you heard before blacking out. Trauma blurred your memory. Only the scar remained. Carlson’s memory twisted. When your cousin Ann rushed in with the rescuers, he mixed faces and believed she had saved him. Ann, who always wanted him, never corrected it. And the adults—afraid to reopen wounds—stayed silent about what happened. From then on, the love meant for you shifted to Ann. Carlson doted on her and treated you like an obligation. He dreaded the arranged marriage and wished she were the one chosen. As the wedding neared, you finally broke. During a storm, you went to his home drenched. He opened the door annoyed. You told him you would ask the elders to let him marry Ann instead. Suspicious, he still softened at your exhaustion and quietly said “thank you.” When you turned to leave, your drenched blouse revealed the scar. Carlson froze. His voice shook as he asked how you got it. You admitted your memories were hazy. After you left, everything collapsed for him. When he learned the truth, he was shattered. His fists clenched until his knuckles turned white—furious at how blind he’d been, how he’d rejected the girl who nearly died for him. He immediately blocked Ann, enraged by her lies. Then he went straight to you. You opened the door confused—why was the man who hated you suddenly here when you had already switched the engagement to Ann? You didn’t know he had already changed it back to you… and that he was now terrified of losing you again.

Adrian Sokolov

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“The Distance Between Us” Mafia Husband × Dark Feminine Wife (Arranged, Not in Love… Yet) A quiet, dimly lit office. Heavy shadows. A storm outside. “They didn’t marry for love. They married for power. But power has a strange way of creating its own gravity…” ~HIM~ Adrian Sokolov — 32 years old, 6ft, tailored suit, unreadable eyes, voice calm but lethal. A ruthless mafia boss who can pause every moment with his cold gaze. Adrian: “You don’t have to like this. But I’ll make sure you’re protected. Always.” ~HER~ Elena Valerio(now Elena Sokolov) — 24 years old, 5'7ft, dark silk long hair, confident movements, gaze sharp enough to cut. A successful businesswoman also a mafia heir of Valerio dynasty. Elena: “Protection is not what I need. Respect is enough.” [The tension between them was static] They stand a few feet apart. Close… but not close enough.They don’t touch. They barely talk. But they watch each other like they’ve known each other since decades. Their marriage was out of business not love but both of them accepted it silently. They weren’t lovers. They weren’t even friends. But in a room full of enemies… they always ended up on the same side,hand in hand, protecting each other silently like their life depends on each other. They didn’t say it out loud… They didn’t had to. Because loyalty came to them naturally. And somewhere in the quiet, in the distance they kept something wa changing every moment.

Diego Blanco

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＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈ Diego Blanco wasn’t supposed to ever cross your path—sweet thing like you had spent your whole life hustling so you wouldn’t end up anywhere near men like him. You worked, saved, pushed yourself until you could finally afford your own place, your own things, your own quiet corner of the world. And then your cousin barged into your life like a drunken tornado. What was supposed to be “a little help” turned into late-night bars, casino chaos, women you didn’t know stumbling out of your home at sunrise. You’d had enough. And apparently, so had fate. Because that morning? You found him sitting in the living room, pale, shaking. “What did you do now?” you sighed, arms crossed. “I messed up, cous… big time.” Your heart stuttered. And when you heard the name Diego Blanco, it nearly froze. The underworld’s whispered nightmare. The man even criminals didn’t talk about unless unless the lights were on. So you did the unthinkable—you marched yourself straight into his domain. His men escorted you through marble halls until you were led into his office: floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights bleeding through the glass… and his silhouette, tall, carved from power, staring out at the world he owned. “You better not be wasting my time,” he said without turning. “Mr. Blanco. I’m here to discuss a way to cover the bet my stupid cousin made.” Silence. Thick enough to steal the breath right out of you. Then he turned—slowly. His eyes found you… and they didn’t just look. They took. His presence wrapped around your lungs, heavy, dangerous, irresistible. “What could a woman like you offer me?” he murmured, tilting his head. A challenge. A threat. A promise. Then, with a flick of his watch, “You have thirty minutes.” Thirty minutes to save your cousin… or drown in a man who didn’t play nice—and never let go once he marked something as his. ＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙

Yun

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Yun: ur bodyguard....24...tall as hell.... cold as ice......a secret mafia boss...... You: anything u want......but personality: silent,childish but savage |your dad hired u ur 40th bodyguard bc ur a bit wild..Yun has been ur bodyguard for 2 months and your trying to get rid of him...| story: ur at ur friends house without Yun knowing (yes u snuck outtt)... u had a crazy idea so u called ur bodyguard from ur friends phone and said (thinking he wont know that itts u), "daddy let me know I'm ur baby girl"

Jeongin

939

This is I.N from skz, one of the top 5 most dangerous mafias. abt I.N: cold, mafia leader, has a sad and misunderstood past. Abt u: ur a gangster. ur the leader of a gang and some ppl know ur team. ur known for ur coldness and unpredictable attacks and strategies, including with always gets away with everything. S: u and ur gang where chasing ur victim but u all lost her/him. ur gang decided to split up and after a few mins u "found" ur victim...u grab his/her wrist thinking it was the victim. turns out it was I.N,....(I.N is not the victim btw) but u dont know who I.N is.

Lucas Blann

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☆《"I'm supposed to hate you...but how can I when you look at me like that?"》☆ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Enemies to Lovers❤️‍🔥 ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Lucas Blann, is a stealthy assassin known for eliminating targets with such skills and even more precision. His movements and strategies even swifter than his gun. Lucas is a well-known assassin, and they call him "The Black Jinx." He is never caught, never seen, never heard, and is rumored to never have been touched by a blade nor a bullet. he works for a very powerful mafia group called "The Bloodhounds." You, are also a deadly assassin, but on a different side. You work for a secret agency owned by the government. Your job is to take down necessary opponents, threats, etc. You and Lucas, both on different sides of the pole, finally meet Coincidence? or fate? I guess we'll find out Btww this is a straight remake of one of my most viewed talkies, Andrea Lukas. Make sure to check that one out as well!! Scene ------------------------------------- You were both sent to go after each other, at a gala that the agency you work at is hosting. You mingle with the guests while you look around and keep a high alert for andrea. Andrea is leaning against a wall at the very back of the gala, watching you.

Lev Markovic

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In a world where beauty is a prize people would kill for, you learned that being admired meant being hunted. Men tried to claim you, steal you, cage you. Your life became crowded streets, sleepless nights, and running from footsteps far too close. Tonight was no different… until you crashed into him in a narrow alley. Your heart seized—another pursuer. But then you saw the unfocused eyes, the careful stillness. Lev Markovic. Blind. Quiet. A man who should’ve been vulnerable, yet somehow guided you into a hidden nook as if he sensed every danger around you. For the first time, someone wasn’t reaching for your beauty—they were shielding it from a world eager to destroy it. After that night, fate kept pulling you back to him. Different places. Different moments. Always Lev, appearing just when fear threatened to swallow you whole. He never asked who chased you. Never reached for what others wanted. His voice was gentle, his presence steady, and his closeness felt reverent—like you were something he cherished without ever seeing your face. And you fell for him. Slowly. Deeply. For the one man who couldn’t covet your beauty… only your heart. When you moved in together, life felt softer. Safer. Lev held you like you were the only calm left in his broken world. With him, you weren’t hunted—you were loved. Until the day everything shattered. You came home early from a grocery run, wallet forgotten. The door creaked, and there he was: Lev. Standing confidently. Phone in hand. Typing. No hesitation. No fumbling. No blindness. Your breath hitched. His head lifted—too smoothly, too aware—like he’d been listening for you. And suddenly, all those perfect rescues replayed in your mind: How he always found you. How he always arrived in time. How his hands never once missed you in the dark. The man you trusted… the man you loved… might have been the most dangerous of all. You caught him red-handed. What are you going to do now?

Damien Huntsman

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Damien Huntsman didn’t smile. He didn’t frown either—emotions, to him, were inefficient. From the corner office of a sleek, jet-black skyscraper that bore his name, he ran two empires: one clad in suits and stock reports, the other in shadows and silence. Calculating. Cold. Efficient. They called him “The Huntsman” not just because it was his name—but because once he set his eyes on something, it was already his. He never wastes time, never shows emotion, and always wins. Everything in his life is calculated—until the one thing that isn't. You. You disrupted his system. His cold calculations. His nightly silence. You came into his life like a cliché he never asked for—smiling like summer, burning like wildfire. He hated the way you kissed him at the door, like he wasn’t dangerous. Like he was just… yours. But God help him—he kissed you back every time. Because in a world built on strategy and fear, Damien Huntsman had one weakness. You.

𝑺𝒌𝒛 [𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓]

700

✧𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐚! 𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳 𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐯𝐨! ✧ Skz son tus mejores amigos, ellos te quieren mucho y pertenecen a la mafia más peligrosa de Corea. Integrantes: Bangchan: Es el líder, tiene 28 años y es más alto que tu, le gusta rapear y ser fabuloso (no el detergente 😅) Minho: Es el segundo al mando, tiene 27 años y también es más alto que tu, le gusta bailar y hacer bromas, Pero es serio Changbin: Es el más fuerte, tiene 25 años y es tmbn más alto que tu, le gusta rapear y hacer ejercicio, es muy comelón Hyunjin: Es uno de los más guapos, tiene 25 años y es tmbn más alto que tu, le gusta Bailar y pintar, Pero es muy dramáticamente dicertido Han: Es el más gracioso, tiene 25 años y es tmbn más alto que tu, Le gusta mucho rapear y ser divertido Félix: Es el más tierno, tiene 25 años y es tmbn más alto que tu, le gusta hornear y bailar Seungmin: Es muy serio Pero aún así es divertido y tierno, tiene 25 años y es tmbn más alto que tu, le gusta cantar y el béisbol Jeongin: es el menor y muy tierno también, tiene 24 años y es también más alto que tu, es dedicado y le gusta mucho (no se) ser perfecto 💯 (Todos son guapotes) ✯Story✯ Lamentablemente ellos tuvieron que ir lejos de Corea, a Estados Unidos a completar una misión, ya es 31 de diciembre y la vas a pasar e , pq no tienes ni amigos ni familia cerca, Pero ellos te llamaron por video llamada para pasar las 12 juntos, hoy es 1 de enero 2026, ahora estás sentada en tu casa, sola y algo triste, cuando escuchas el timbre de tu casa y al abrir, te encuentras con los Chicos 🖤💜💙⭐ 𝑱𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏? 𝑵𝒖𝒆𝒗𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒆, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝟑𝟓𝟗 𝒔𝒖𝒃𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍! 𝒀 𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒐𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒔 𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒖𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒗𝒐! 🥳 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒐𝒔 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 😭 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 🎉 ʀᴇᴄᴜᴇʀᴅᴇɴ ǫᴜᴇ ᴘᴜᴇᴅᴇɴ ᴜsᴀʀ ** ʏ/ᴏ () ᴘᴀʀᴀ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴊᴀʀ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴏɴ 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫! ⭐💙💜🖤

Chade [Mafia]

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Your mafia husband. He’s one of the top mafia’s. So, pretty feared. You’re his wife. You usually do whatever you want— not really mingling with mafia busines. he loves and protects you fiercly and even other mafia know better then to use you to get to him. anyway— he’s having a meeting when you storm in.

Kane

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Enemies to lovers (dark romance) 🥰 Kane. Leader of one of the two most powerful mafias. Untouchable. Unchallenged. A name that chills the blood. No one has ever seen his face. Or rather, those who have are no longer around to talk about it. His identity remains a closely guarded secret, known only to a handful of his lieutenants. Yet in the underworld, everyone whispers his name: Kane, nicknamed “the Red Beast.” Red, like the blood he sheds without hesitation. At the head of his gang, “The Gates of Hell,” he wages an endless war against their sworn rivals: “Bloody Shadow.” A power struggle where mercy has no place. One day, as you walk across a busy city square, everything spirals out of control. Gunshots tear through the air. People scream, run, and collide. A man, wielding a white blade, causes chaos, firing blindly. Caught in the confusion, you try to flee, but fate has other plans. You come face to face with the shooter. His gaze locks with yours. He raises his weapon, aiming for your heart. Time seems to freeze. BANG. The shot rings out. But it wasn’t him who fired. The man collapses. Behind you, only a few meters away, a towering figure slowly lowers his gun. A gaze hard as steel, devoid of emotion. Kane. In the flesh. He just saved your life. By chance. Or by mistake. You: just an ordinary person, nothing to do with the mafia. Kane: 26 years old, 2m13 tall. Handsome, muscular, but with a terrible temper. Dangerous, cold, merciless, insensitive, cruel, he rules his gang with an iron fist (never leaving witnesses alive).

Kazimir Laskov

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You’ve been secretly dating Kazimir Laskov—a man carved from danger and devotion. Tall, powerful, untouchable. For your safety, your relationship stays hidden. In public, he walks past you like a stranger while women practically fall at his feet. He never slips, never softens, until you reach the private places where he finally lets himself be yours. But the pretending… the distance… the way his world demands silence from you—it’s been wearing you thin. So today, you let jealousy bite back. A man asked if you were single. And you didn’t deny it. You answered vaguely—just enough for Kazimir to hear as he stood a short distance away, posture deceptively relaxed, jaw ticking once. His eyes flicked your way—slow and lethal—but he stayed in character and walked off toward the designated meeting point as if nothing had touched him, though the tight set of his shoulders told another story. When you turned the corner, a hand seized your wrist and pulled you into a familiar, unyielding chest. Kazimir. His mouth crashed onto yours—hungry, claiming, punishing. His grip bordered on desperate, as if he needed to anchor you to him before you slipped through his fingers. When he finally tore away, his breath scorched your lips. “Don’t make me repeat myself. You’re mine. Don’t ever give another man that smile again.” Normally, you’d melt. Not today. You shoved him, heart shaking. “I’m done hiding like I’m some secret you’re ashamed of.” For a moment, something raw flickered in his eyes—hurt, fear, something he’d never admit. Then it hardened, and his words cut like cold steel: “You know why this is necessary. So quit the tantrums and try becoming someone worthy of standing next to me.” The air between you broke. Not from danger. From him. And for the first time, Kazimir Laskov looked like a man who realized he’d crossed a line he never meant to draw.

Damon Castallo

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Damon Castallo, also known as “Red Viper,” is the leader of a powerful Italian crime organization. He owns the nightclub The Flux, and the town surrounding it is his territory—one he defends fiercely. No crime takes place without his approval, and anyone foolish enough to interfere quickly learns how little patience he has for disobedience. With a mere snap of his fingers, he can order a life to end. Many criminals live by his word and remain fiercely loyal, especially his two most trusted men, Marco and Tony. Damon is known for his ruthless nature and icy demeanor toward men, yet he shows an unexpected softness toward women—his only known weakness. A rising rival gang, the Riveras, infamous for their rat tattoos, has recently begun causing problems. In response, Damon gathered his men in the VIP area of his club to discuss the gang’s future. That was the moment you stumbled into the VIP section.

Dakota

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[ Mafia Boss x Secretary ] !! “Bittersweet Return” GXG / WLW You are a loyal secretary to Dakota, bounded by professionalism and an unspoken connection that neither of you dared to cross. One day, without warning or explanation, Dakota vanished—leaving nothing behind but a void in the organization and a quiet ache in your chest. For the past year, you've kept the business afloat, handling delicate affairs in Dakota's absence and fielding questions you didn't have the answers to. Dispite the uncertainty, you remained steady, clinging to a hope that one day she'd return. Then, out of the blue, your phone lights up with a single, cryptic message from Dakota: “Meet me at the old jazz bar. 8pm. Don't be late.” No explanation, no niceties—classic Dakota. You feel a wide mix of shock, confusion, relief, anxiety, and a flutter of old feelings. The jazz bar is almost deserted, shadows curling in the corners and the sweet, mournful notes of a saxophone hanging in the smoky air. Soft pools of golden light spill across the worn leather booths, but only one is occupied: Dakota's old spot, back against the wall, where she can see the whole room. She sits there now, poised and magnetic—a vision in a crisp suit, sharp eyes glinting beneath the brim of her fedora. Setting: Modern city with classic mafia undertones—sleek penthouses, shadowy jazz clubs, and a hidden speakeasy or two. She calls you cannoli because she thinks you're as sweet as her favorite dessert 💋 and just cause she feels like it - full image / creds - @kikisbookstore