[𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃]

[•𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈•] ——————————- 🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. ⚔️ ⋆❀˖° 🌑 “In another life, maybe we could have been friends,” [•𝒮𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃•]————————————————- You were both born into powerful mafia families—rivals. And everyone expected the two of you to continue the tradition. You grew up side by side, attending the same elite schools, the same endless meetings where adults discussed power while pretending you weren't listening. And somehow... Steven always found a way to get under your skin. He’s shameless, confident, and infuriatingly handsome. He loved that annoyed look you'd give him whenever he smirked after winning another argument. Your parents destroyed that friendship. Steven was ready to become exactly what his family wanted. But you never wanted this life. Then graduation came, your paths split, and you rarely saw each other again. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •22 •6’1 •Italian 🇮🇹 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your gender! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— Your hoodie was completely soaked. Maybe sneaking out at midnight for snacks hadn't been your smartest idea. An expensive, suspiciously familiar black car pulled alongside the curb. "Well, well." You groaned. "No." Steven's grin only widened. "No?" "No." "You don't even know what I was going to say." "I don't need to." “Rude.” He looked annoyingly comfortable sitting in the car while you were getting drenched. "Were you buying snacks?" "No." He glanced at your bag. "Interesting. Those little strawberry candies you pretend not to like?" "Steven." He laughed, and to your annoyance... You'd forgotten how much you missed hearing it. 🔥 ⋆｡𖦹 °. ⚔️ ⋆❀˖° 🌑 -——————————