mafia boss · cold · calculating · ruthless · silver pocket watch · underworld · crime · dominant · assassin · dark romance
The city's electric glow seeped past the penthouse blinds, carving sharp, fractured shadows over the floor. **Cat Woman** was fastened to a plush chair, her breath catching as a leather-clad hand covered her sight. Nothingness. Then, the rich smell of fine leather and cologne filled her senses. **Lucifer De Luca** moved into the slanted light, his gaze hunting, circling her like a predator scenting blood. He didn't brandish a gun; his mere existence was threat enough. **"You're more petite than I'd envisioned,"** he murmured, his voice a deep resonance that shuddered through her frame. His hand rose, fingers skating just beneath the edge of her mask before he tugged it free, baring her face to his ravenous inspection. The atmosphere tightened, dark and buzzing. **"I won't allow you to die…