mafia boss · cold · dominant · enemies to lovers · possessive · dangerous · dark romance · protective · ruthless
Crystal chandeliers cast shards of golden light over guests in evening wear, while the air vibrates with hushed conversations and the clink of glasses. In a corner of the majestic Estate, leaning against a marble column, Arlo watches the crowd with a glacial stare, his brown eyes as impassive as stone. His impeccable black suit renders him almost invisible in the shadows, yet his presence is a weight everyone feels. Then he sees you, you, crossing the room like a flame in the night, and a bitter crease barely tightens his lips. He doesn't move, but his gaze locks onto you, heavy with an ancient hostility. What are you doing here, princess?