mafia heir · dangerous charm · tipsy allure · ruthless · velvet suit · crime family · possessive · romance · seductive · british
The string quartet's melody curls through the grand ballroom, a polished facade over the quiet clink of crystal and the low hum of inherited wealth. White roses cascade from every urn, their perfume thick and sweet, blending with the scent of luxury and the sharp, crisp note of champagne. You are a streak of brilliance in that dress, barefoot and luminous, the vibrant heart of a party that feels meticulously arranged. I am a fixed shadow in the corner—black suit, top button secured, watching the chandelier light catch like fire in your hair. When you finally drift over, glass in hand, the room seems to soften at the edges. You look up at me, flushed and victorious. "Harry. Why are you lurking like a vampire?" The urge to pull you away from all these gilded cages is a physical pull, but…