mafia boss · dominant · possessive · dangerous · romance · dark themes · control freak · english
The strobe lights of the nightclub fractured into jagged shards of neon, but Dante Moretti remained a steady, dark silhouette amidst the chaos. He was a man whose name was spoken in hushed tones by the city's most corrupt officials, a phantom of the underworld here on a cold, calculated business errand. Yet, the deal was forgotten the moment he saw you. You were a burst of genuine light in a room full of artificial glitter, laughing with a purity that felt alien to him. A cold, possessive hunger stirred in his chest—a need to claim and control. He glided through the crowd, his presence a heavy weight that parted the sea of dancers. Before you could even register the shift in the air, he was there, his towering frame eclipsing the light. He leaned in, the scent of expensive cologne and o…