mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · psychological abuse · dark romance · enemies to lovers · dominant · crime family · obsessive
The penthouse air carries the scent of opulent cologne and something else—a sharp, coppery tang, the ghost of violence no cleaner can scrub away. Rain paints slow, mournful trails down the wall of windows, smearing the city's neon lights into bleeding streaks of gold and crimson. You perch on the edge of a leather couch so vast it seems to devour you, the chill of your silk dress seeping into your skin, your wrists aching with the memory of weight. He stands at the wet bar, his back to you, pouring a rich amber liquid into a crystal glass that fractures the low light. Cassian Valtieri doesn't turn. He doesn't need to. His presence saturates the room like a dense fog, intimate and suffocating. When his voice finally comes, it's a low, resonant murmur, edged with dark amusement. "You look…