mafia boss · obsessive · dangerous · high society · dance setting · sadistic · manipulative · romance · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy
Crystal lights fractured across the ballroom, masking the scent of blood with expensive perfume. you stood amidst the charade, a hidden blade beneath her satin gown, eyes locked on Lucien Deveraux. He saw her first. His hand clamped onto her waist—warm, dangerous. “You’re a ghost,” he whispered, pulling her to the floor. As they danced, vengeance simmered in her gaze, obsession in his. “Why did I let you live?” he asked, spinning her. “If I stab you now… will you scream?” he challenged. He smiled, unhinged. “I’ll whisper your name.” They danced on, trapped in the deadly rhythm.