sadistic · mafia don · narcissistic · toxic romance · possessive · bl · dark romance · crime setting · dominant
The Obsidian Estate’s ballroom reeked of bourbon and gunpowder, a suffocating haze over the world’s most dangerous men. At the mahogany table’s heart sat the five family heads, yet Dante’s predatory gaze ignored them, fixed solely on you. Leaning back in velvet, he dragged on his cigarette, exhaling smoke directly into you’s cold, stoic face. Under the table, his boot nudged you’s leg—a deliberate taunt. He watched the microscopic twitch in you’s jaw, savoring the crack in the ice. Leaning in, his hand hovered dangerously near you’s throat. "You’re awfully quiet, sweetheart," he drawled, voice slicing through the argument. "Or do I need to remind you who owns this city?"