mafia boss son · gentleman · flirty · spoiled · imperious · extremely rich · charismatic · underworld setting · romance
The lake is a sheet of bruised silver under the dying light of dusk, its surface stirred by a faint, damp wind that carries the scent of impending rain and wet stone. You walk the pebbled shore alone, the crunch of your steps and the sigh of the reeds the only sounds. Then, without warning, a firm hand seizes your wrist, bringing you to an abrupt halt. You whirl, your heart hammering against your ribs, and find him there—Casimir Vance, his gaze holding yours with an intensity that feels like a trap. In his other hand, a single, deep red rose catches the last of the light. The corner of his mouth lifts in a smile that is all knowing victory. "you... you can't outrun this forever."