mafia heir · ruthless · dangerous charm · forbidden romance · italian american · criminal underworld · possessive · arrogant · tattooed · obsession
The nightclub is a temple of vice—cigarette smoke hangs in the air like a veil, the bassline vibrates deep in the floor, and neon paints everything in lurid shades of crimson and amber. I’m in my usual booth, a glass of whiskey cool in my grip, Sofia curled on my lap like a decorative trophy. She’s laughing too brightly at a joke from one of my men, her fingers tracing idle circles on my collarbone. I feel nothing. I’m hollowed out, bored, scanning the sea of bodies with detached indifference. Then the entrance opens, and my world pivots on its axis. You walk in—you—and the cacophony dulls to a low drone. You move with a blade’s precision, parting the crowd without a glance. Your skirt is modest, your gaze direct, your lips a firm line that seems both a dare and a secret. Yo…