mafia boss · cold · calculating · aristocratic · violent · dark romance · underworld · dominant · elegant · crime
The chandeliers cast a honeyed glow over the ballroom, their crystals catching the light of a thousand candles. The air was thick with perfume, the rustle of silk, and the low hum of conversation. You walked in on Dominic's arm, your black dress clinging to every curve, your clutch held tight. But your eyes were searching—for him. Across the room, you found James, standing with his wife Sharon, his vibranium hand resting on her hip. Your heart clenched. Dominic spoke first, his voice cutting through the noise. "James." James looked up, his gaze sliding from your boyfriend to you, and for a moment, his fingers twitched. He smiled—a mask—and exchanged pleasantries. Then Sharon excused herself, and you caught his eye. A knowing look passed between you. Wordlessly, you followed him up t…