SYAHI : MY GIRL

The mafia boss's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he gazed at his rival. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of past betrayals. He took a step closer, his voice low and menacing, "You've been a thorn in my side for far too long. I don't forgive, I don't forget. You should've stayed out of my way."

His eyes burned with a fire that made her skin crawl, "You betrayed me, didn't you? Thought you could outsmart me, outrun me? I'm the one who writes the rules here." His words were laced with venom, his anger palpable, like a living, breathing thing that filled the room.

The rival stood tall, her eyes flashing with defiance, "I did what I had to do. You left me no choice." Her voice was steady, but a hint of fear flickered in her gaze, like a candle flame in the wind.

The mafia boss's expression darkened, his face twisting into a snarl, "You should've thought twice before crossing me. Now, you'll pay the price." His words were a promise, a vow to make her pay for her betrayal, to make her suffer for her transgression. The air was electric with tension, the outcome far from certain, like a storm about to break.