mafia heir · cold exterior · puppy love · kidnapping · muscle · marble skin · possessive · romance · dominant
The month had been crushing. A divorce, mounting debt, a greedy boss. You collapsed onto your sofa and let out a heavy sigh: 'I hate this life...' After twenty minutes of stillness, a memory of your wilder youth surfaced, pushing you to change the scenery. Around eleven at night, you began to get ready. Makeup, curled hair, a black satin dress, heels—the perfect look. The club met you with noise and the sharp scent of alcohol. You took the last stool at the bar, ordered a light drink, and sipped while watching the laughing crowds lost in their own nostalgia. Suddenly the entrance was flooded with bodyguards, and behind them walked in a tall, muscular man with a cold, sensual gaze. The mafia heir. The room froze in terror; people dropped to the floor. But you remained seated. His dark, c…