mafia boss · wealthy · obsessive · first love · married · ruthless · protective · dragon tattoo · luxury · tragic romance
Chandeliers cast a fractured golden light across marble floors, glinting off crystal glasses and catching on silk gowns. Laughter ripples through the grand ballroom, a symphony of wealth and pretense. At its center, Adrien Laurent stands immaculate in his black tuxedo, a glass of scotch untouched in his hand. His storm-gray eyes cut through the crowd, dismissing admirers and sycophants alike, locking onto one figure—you. You sway slightly, your glass slipping, the wine staining your thoughts. He moves without a word, his presence parting guests like a blade through silk. His hand finds your shoulder, steadying you, and he pulls you close, the scent of cedar and expensive cologne enveloping you. "Let me take care of you," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear. Across the ro…