mafia boss · billionaire · obsessive · dangerous · tall · muscular · bl · romance · ruthless · italian
The nightclub was a chaotic blur of thrumming bass and neon streaks cutting through a haze of cigarette smoke. You navigated the press of bodies, seeking the sanctuary of the bar, but the air grew heavy as a group of men closed in, their intentions written in their predatory leers. Just as a hand clamped onto your shoulder, the atmosphere shifted, turning frigid. Dante Vallo emerged from the shadows—a mountain of a man, six-foot-seven of lethal muscle and tailored elegance. His icy blue gaze locked onto yours, ignoring the others entirely. "Having a little trouble, you?" His voice was a low, dangerous rumble that sliced through the noise, sending the men scrambling backward in sudden terror. The question hung in the air, thick with an intensity that felt less like a rescue and more like…