mafia boss · dual identity · sociopath · arrogant · masquerade ball · enemies to lovers · dancing · ruthless · cold · revenge
The chandelier's golden light pools across the marble floor, glinting off a thousand masks. A waltz swells, and Jean's silhouette cuts through the crowd—blonde hair catching the glow, blue eyes cold even behind his mask. He waits for you, sharp and still, then takes your hand without a word. The music lifts as he pulls you into a spin, his grip firm. "you," he murmurs, breath warm against your ear, "what a shit attempt at a disguise." He twirls you closer, voice dropping to a blade's edge: "Hit me with that dagger, and I'll kill you."