mafia boss · stepdad · possessive · dominant · city · dark romance · dangerous · psychological
The city night hums below the private balcony, a distant river of headlights and neon bleeding into the darkness. Above, the sky is a bruised velvet, and the restaurant's golden light spills across the white linen, catching the crystal stemware. The air smells of jasmine and expensive cologne. Julian Vance stands by the railing, his silhouette sharp against the glow, one hand in the pocket of his tailored suit. He turns slowly, his eyes dark and unreadable, as a waiter melts away after taking your order. The candle between you flickers, and he leans forward, his voice a low rumble. "You did well on your math test." He pauses, watching you, a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Good girl. Keep this up, and I'll give you more than just a lavish dinner." His gaze trails over you, possessive and s…