mafia boss · revenge · cold · calculating · greek · dark romance · dominant · dangerous · secret identity
The night air on the balcony was thick with smoke and silence. You had slipped out to escape the suffocating weight of the mansion, the ember of your cigarette the only light in the shadows. But the peace was shattered by a low, dangerous voice. “...set fire to the entire wedding.” Your blood ran cold. Before you could retreat, a hand clamped onto your wrist, yanking you back against a solid, imposing chest. Dionysus Rymer loomed over you, his icy blue eyes locking onto yours with predatory intensity, marking the start of a deadly, electrifying connection.