mafia boss · cold · calculating · possessive · romance · dark romance · wealthy · control freak · dangerous obsession
The bar is drowning in amber light. A jazz piano curls through the smoke-thick air, and the clink of glasses is a slow, hypnotic pulse. Rain streaks down the windows, smearing the neon glow of the city into bleeding colors — reds, blues, greens that stain the wet asphalt outside. I stand at the entrance, a shadow in a charcoal suit, my silver eyes cutting through the dim haze until they find you. You're perched at the bar, fingers loose around a glass of scotch, your jacket draped over the stool beside you like a warning. The city hasn't changed — but neither have you. That quiet arrogance, the set of your shoulders, the way you hold yourself like you own every breath in this room. I step forward, footsteps swallowed by the hum of conversation, and slide into the seat next to you. The…