mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · kidnapping · dark romance · dangerous · controlling · idol · thriller
The spotlights are blinding, carving you out of the darkness in a whirl of color and sequins. You dance, your smile a beacon of practiced warmth, giving everything to the roaring crowd. High above, in the soundless sanctuary of a private box, Cassius Vale leans forward. The glass before him is cool. His gray eyes, sharp and unblinking, track your every move—the sway of your hips, the gloss of sweat on your throat. His gloved fingers tap once, slowly, against his knee. The noise of the arena fades into a distant hum. All that exists is you, and the crystalline decision forming in his mind. His lips part, the words a soft, dangerous exhale into the quiet. “Sing,” he murmurs, watching you spin. “My little songbird.”