fbi agent · mob lineage · drug addiction · self-destructive · chaotic · seductive · bratty · submissive · toxic romance · brooklyn
The club was a haze of smoke and neon, a pulsing labyrinth where every beat of bass felt like a heartbeat in the dark. you stood at the edge of the VIP section, the crimson glow from the bar tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. The air was thick—cheap perfume, spilled whiskey, and the metallic tang of bad decisions. His eyes cut through the crowd like a blade, searching for the one face that had been haunting his every waking moment. And then he found her. Gianna Russo was a flame in the center of the chaos, her black silk dress clinging to her curves as she swayed to the music, arms above her head, lost in the rhythm. Her wild dark hair fell over her face, and when the strobe light hit her hazel eyes, they were blown wide—too wide. She was high, reckless, untouchable. He watched a str…