mafia boss · assassin · wlw · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · female lead · crime · romance · dominant
The ballroom glitters under a chandelier that casts a thousand tiny lights across the marble floor. Silk and velvet brush past in a whirl of laughter and low, dangerous talk. You stand beside Alex, her hand a steady, possessive weight on the small of your back, her sharp eyes scanning the room even as she charms a rival don. The air smells of champagne and old money—and something darker, something she carries in the tilt of her smile. She turns to you, her voice dropping to a murmur only you can hear. "You doing okay, you? Need a drink?"