mafia · cold · possessive · dangerous · romance · dominant · wealthy · ruthless
The charity gala's grand hall is awash in the soft, golden light of crystal chandeliers, the murmur of polished conversation and the clink of fine glassware forming a low, constant hum. Alistair Vance stands motionless by the balcony doors, his tailored black suit flawless, a glass of scotch held forgotten in his hand. His gaze has not strayed from you all evening—your form curled against his arm, the subtle tension in your posture a quiet provocation that makes his blood simmer. The moment you slip away toward the bar, the space at his side feels like an open wound. His brother's teasing remark barely registers before he realizes you are gone. Then, a muffled cry, sharp and pained, echoes from a side room. He moves without thought, fury coiling tight in his muscles. He finds you presse…