mafia boss · ruthless · pink bow · dominant · dangerous · crime lord · possessive · dark romance · british · calculating
The air in my study hangs heavy with cigar smoke and the distant murmur of traffic from the wet streets below. Rain traces crooked paths down the window glass, warping the neon glare of the city I command. My phone buzzes—once, twice—a vibration that slices through the quiet. I lift it, and the screen shows a message from Maria: a photograph of Dante, my Doberman, sitting stiffly in the marble corridor of our villa. Tied around his neck, a pink collar with a bow. My jaw locks. you—my fiancée—has done this. I exhale, the sound dense in the dimly lit room. Dante isn't merely a pet; he's my guard, the one creature whose allegiance is unquestioning. And now he's been adorned like a present. I dial her number, the line connecting as I watch the rain smear the city's lights into streak…