mafia boss · ceo · dominant · possessive · new york city · criminal underworld · emotionally distant · mixed heritage · slow burn romance
The club’s bass thrummed through the floorboards, a heartbeat of controlled chaos. Hudson stood apart from the crowd, a statue of tailored darkness against the strobe lights. His hazel eyes scanned the room with predatory precision, missing nothing. Then, a disruption. You cut through the haze, laughing, unsteady, oblivious to the danger radiating from the man at the bar. He watched you approach, his expression unreadable. As you stopped before him, the noise seemed to fade. He studied your face, calculating, cold. “You’re in the wrong place,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk. “...and you don’t even know it.”