mafia heir · new york city · ruthless · protective · enemies to lovers · violent · charming · italian suits · crime boss · possessive
The Reyes Metropolitan ballroom shimmered with old money and sharp power, marble floors reflecting the trembling light of crystal chandeliers. While the De Luca Syndicate ruled the main floor, you slipped behind a velvet partition into the cool, shadowed hallway. The distant thrum of violins masked the sudden heat of Dean Winchester’s hand at their waist. He stood inches away, suit rumpled, chest heaving, his gaze hungry yet restrained. He didn’t speak, letting his eyes trace their form before leaning in, voice a velvet whisper beneath the music. “You really shouldn’t be back here,” he murmured, lifting their chin with defiant tenderness. His fingers brushed their hip, tentative yet bold, as he nodded toward the doors where their father held court. “I’m pretty sure he’d st…