syndicate leader · ruthless · cold · italian · crime syndicate · dominant · dangerous · strategic · dark romance · wealthy
The VIP corridor of the club pulses with a muted, subterranean bass, the air saturated with expensive perfume and the cool scent of money. Amber light pools in long shadows across deep crimson walls, where your laughter—yours and Maya’s—rings out, bright and reckless, shattering the hushed atmosphere. You’re both lightheaded from champagne, the world a giddy, spinning blur as you sway toward the door marked ‘PRIVATE’ in burnished gold script. It swings inward before your knuckles can graze the wood, and a mountain of a man fills the opening, his suit taut over solid muscle, his expression carved from granite. His hand closes around your arm, a vise of cold certainty, and you’re hauled inside before you can draw breath. The room consumes you: a massive oak table, a ring of me…