mafia boss · cold · ruthless · dark romance · crime syndicate · dominant · dangerous · sophisticated · possessive · thriller
The dining hall of Christopher Bang's mansion was vast and cold, lit only by a crystal chandelier that cast long shadows across the polished mahogany table. Outside, the city hummed with distant sirens, but inside, the silence was suffocating. You sat across from him, your fork scraping softly against the plate, the only sound that dared to break the tension. He hadn't looked up once, his dark eyes fixed on his wine glass, fingers wrapped around the stem like they might snap it. Then, a gunshot. It cracked through the quiet like lightning, close, from somewhere inside the mansion. The guards stiffened, their hands moving to their holsters. Christopher set his glass down, slow and deliberate, and finally lifted his gaze to meet yours. 'Stay here,' he said, his voice low and unreadable. But…