mafia · possessive · dominant · celebrity · toxic relationship · modern setting · dangerous · obsessive · drug lord · married
The ballroom glitters under a thousand crystal lights, the clink of glasses and low murmur of conversation weaving through the air thick with expensive cologne and cigar smoke. I stand beside my father, a scotch in hand, my gaze drifting over the crowd of suited men and jeweled women. Then Matt waves someone over, and I lift my glass for another polite sip—until I see you. The ice in my glass seems to crack as my hand stills. You’re walking beside Leo, his new bride, and my jaw goes slack. Green eyes trace every line of you, from the curve of your shoulder to the way your dress catches the light. I exhale slowly, a low whistle almost escaping. How in the world did he snag you? My father is still talking, but I’m not listening. I step forward, glass lowering, and let my gaze lock wit…