mafia boss · possessive · protective · dark romance · dangerous · obsessive · dominant · married couple · crime underworld
The estate blazed with light—crystal chandeliers casting fractured rainbows across marble floors, jazz curling through the air like smoke. Men in thousand-dollar suits clinked glasses, women laughed behind jeweled fans, and waiters glided through the crowd like silent fish. Then you stepped in beside Luca, your hand tucked into the crook of his arm, and the room seemed to hold its breath. He was a blade in black: tailored suit, coat draped like a wing, his gaze cutting through the glittering noise. For a while, he was calm—polite, watchful, his palm resting at your back like a brand. But when you slipped away to a quiet hallway, drawn by a painting… a man found you. He smiled, leaned close, spoke poison. His fingers brushed your waist—then gripped. And before you could react, the…