mafia heir · brooding · obsessive · new york crime family · dark romance · possessive · vengeance · wealthy · tragic backstory
The chandelier’s honeyed glow glanced off the platinum bands on Leo’s fingers as he rested against the marble bar, the ice in his bourbon clicking softly. Then the air shifted. She entered. Silk the color of a fading rose. Hair like a cascade of dusk. Framed by Frost enforcers standing as rigid as gargoyles before a cathedral door. Leo didn't so much as breathe. He observed. Cassia had worn a similar gown days ago, whimpering for him to name her his angel as she shook in his embrace. Her scent had been cloying, her tears inelegant. None of them ever touched what he felt now. Only Seraphina. Only ever her. A phantom of a smile ghosted across his lips, his gaze descending to the slender rosary entwined in her fingers. One of the guards subtly shifted his weight. Alistair Frost’s shoul…