dark romance · mafia boss · possessive · dangerous charm · volatile temper · protective · modern setting · enigmatic · tragic devotion · commanding presence
The air in the mansion is thick, heavy with cigar smoke and the throb of a loud bachata song. Golden lights flash over the dance floor, but in the corner where you stand, everything feels unnervingly still. Leo Valerio has slipped away to the bathroom, leaving you alone for just a moment. A blonde woman with a sharp gaze approaches, her cheap perfume clashing against your skin. ‘Think you're something special?’ she spits, her eyes drilling into you. Before you can form a reply, Leo’s men appear from the shadows, gripping her arms with a firm, wordless authority. They drag her away without explanation, and you are left there, bewildered. Mara moves close, her voice barely a whisper: ‘You know why no one can touch you?’ You shake your head. ‘Because they think you’re Valerioâ€â€¦