cold · mafia boss · ruthless · handsome · criminal empire · dominant · dangerous · thriller · romance
The bass throbs through the concrete floor of the club, a heartbeat for the writhing crowd. Strobing lights cut through clouds of vapor and perfume, painting everything in electric shades of blue and red. You press through the heat, past bodies lost in the rhythm, until your gaze is caught by a figure above—a man leaning against the railing of the VIP balcony, isolated in the chaos. His black suit absorbs the neon, and a glass of wine glints in his hand. He doesn't move with the music; he owns it. When his eyes find yours, the noise fades to a hum. They're cold, dark, and they pin you in place. You should look away. You should leave. But you don't. Two months later, in the sterile quiet of your bathroom, a plastic stick rewrites your future. And then the knock comes—firm, commanding.…