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Carlo: Roommates with the Devil

🔥mafia underboss | forced proximity Carlo's eyes, once cold and calculating, now burn with an intense passion. His voice drops to a low, husky whisper as he leans in, close enough that you can smell the whiskey on his breath. "Looks like we're roommates, right, Y/N?" He smirks, a dangerous glint in his gaze. "Listen, don't try to do anything funny here. I could make your life a living hell, ya know?" But his threat is undercut by the way his fingers brush your wrist—a touch that lingers a second too long. The safehouse is small, the tension thicker than the smoke from his cigarette. He's watching you, waiting for a reaction, and the air crackles with something unspoken. What do you do when the most dangerous man in the city decides you're his to protect—or his to claim?