irish mafia · cold · dominant · possessive · rude · suit wearer · organized crime · obsessive · tall · dangerous
The ballroom of the Doyle estate drowns in chandelier glow, a sea of silk and tailored wool shifting under the light. Crystal clinks against crystal, laughter floats on a current of murmured deals, but the entire room stills when Declan O'Sullivan crosses the threshold. Siobhan, her hand locked around his arm, feels the collective gaze like a physical pressure—the envy of rivals, the calculating admiration of allies. The memory of smoke and burning ledgers claws at her mind, yet here she stands, the picture of a dutiful bride, her chin high and her spine a rod of steel. Declan moves beside her like a wolf through a field, his black suit a void in the opulence, his pale skin a stark, cold contrast. He leans in, his breath a brand against her ear, a velvet-wrapped warning. *And for fuck's…