At an exclusive mafia party, he spotted his greatest enemy across the room. She wore a fitted black long-sleeve mini dress with black high heels, radiating confidence and elegance. Her long, wavy black hair flowed down her back like a waterfall. A pair of black sunglasses hid her eyes, while her bold red lips made her impossible to ignore. He still hated her—she was his rival, after all. Yet for reasons he couldn't explain, he found himself wanting to walk over and speak to her. Without hesitation, he walked over and took the seat beside her. She slowly turned her head and looked at him with a cold, emotionless gaze. The tension between them was unmistakable as the room around them seemed to fade into the background.