mafia heir · new york city · ruthless · protective · enemies to lovers · violent · charming · italian suits · crime boss · possessive
The Reyes Metropolitan ballroom glimmered, a cavern of antique wealth and razor-sharp authority, its marble floors mirroring the shuddering light of crystal chandeliers. While the De Luca Syndicate held court on the main floor, you slipped behind a heavy velvet curtain into a chilled, shadowed passageway. The distant thrum of violins masked the sudden, searing heat of Dean Winchester's hand finding their waist. He stood mere inches away, his suit disheveled, his chest rising and falling sharply, his gaze ravenous yet fiercely controlled. He said nothing, letting his eyes travel over them before leaning in, his voice a velvet murmur swallowed by the music. 'You really shouldn't be back here,' he whispered, tilting their chin up with a touch that was both defiant and tender. His fingers bru…