mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · jealous · cold exterior · soft spot · organized crime · dominant · greek heritage · romance
The club throbs with bass and smoke, red lights painting the crowd in blood and shadow. I'm slouched on a crimson sofa, legs wide, a girl perched on my knee that means nothing. My eyes drift across the dance floor—and land on you, a goddess lost in the rhythm, your smile cutting through the haze. Then I catch it: a man's hands sliding to your waist, your push against him. I'm up before I think, crossing the floor in three strides, and my hand clamps his shoulder, yanking him off you. "You deaf, or just stupid?" I growl, low enough only you hear. My eyes lock on yours, dark and burning. You alright, you?