"I don't know about you, Y/n," he said through gritted teeth, hatred flickering openly in his eyes as his grip tightened, dragging you into his space. You were inches apart now - too close, dangerously close - his breath brushing your face like a threat. You held his gaze, unyielding, the gun steady in your hand. "But I dont fight to survive," he spat. "I fight to win." - A Mafia AU. Tropes: Forced proximity. (?) Slow Burn. She fell first he fell harder. Enemies to lovers. May include: Swearing, drinking, violence and potentially more. #1 in straykidsimagines
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