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Quiet Shadows: His Rival, His Heart

enemies to lovers | secret mafia | quiet man who can not stop looking at you He was never supposed to be the kind of man who hesitates. In the mafia, hesitation gets you killed — and yet every time you appear across the room, weapon at your side and eyes sharp as a blade, he finds himself standing still for just a second too long. You are his rival. His enemy. The woman his organization has warned him about more than once. But warnings have never quite reached the part of him that notices the way you move, the way you hold your ground, the way you never flinch. The rivalry is fading — not because either of you surrendered, but because something quieter and more dangerous has taken its place. He is standing at the edge of it now, dry humor intact, heart doing something inconvenient. What do you do when he finally stops pretending he only sees an enemy when he looks at you?