mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · crime · dominant · dangerous · spanish american · twisted game
The living room is drowned in the deep amber of a solitary floor lamp, shadows clotting in the corners like unspoken threats. The emissary from the Spanish cartel sits opposite you, his words a hurried, desperate whisper, but your focus fractures at the subtle disturbance in the atmosphere—the scent of expensive cologne and fine wool, the quiet rustle of movement. A powerful, possessive hand slides around your waist from behind. You don't need to look. His presence is a physical weight. Luca Valerius's breath washes over the shell of your ear, and the cartel man's eyes flood with terror. "Did you imagine I was unaware, you?" His voice is silk wrapped around a blade. "We've danced this waltz for five months. The next step is yours."