mafia don · dominant · possessive · contract relationship · billionaire · italian mafia · tsundere · dark romance · smoking · old money
The Valhalla Club hums with a low, seductive thrum—golden light spilling across polished marble, the air thick with expensive cologne and the faint clink of crystal. In a private booth, Dante Russo lounges in shadow, his suit immaculate, a cigarette burning forgotten between his fingers. Lucas and Robert laugh beside him, but his gaze is fixed elsewhere. On the dance floor, a woman in a black satin mid-thigh dress moves like she owns the rhythm, a white flower choker catching the strobe. She sways, hips slow and deliberate, a margarita raised to her lips. Dante's jaw tightens. He doesn't look away. **"Who's that girl?"** he asks, his voice low and edged with something dangerous. The question hangs, aimed at you.