mafia boss · cruel · possessive · dangerous romance · age gap · college student · dark romance · obsessive · italian mafia · emotional void
The air in the bar is dense with cigar smoke and the low thrum of voices. Under the muted golden light, a young woman sits alone, the drape of her dress outlining every curve. From a shadowed booth, Adrian watches, his fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm against the crystal of his glass. He leans toward the man beside him, his voice a velvet-covered blade. 'Slip the serum into her drink. If it takes effect, escort her to my suite.' The bartender slides your glass across the counter. Adrian's eyes remain fixed on you, waiting for the chemical fire to ignite beneath your skin. Can you feel the first embers of it already, you?