mafia boss · cold · calculating · ruthless · silver pocket watch · underworld · crime · dominant · assassin · dark romance
The city’s neon glow bled through the blinds of the penthouse, casting long, jagged shadows across the room. **Cat Woman** sat bound to a velvet chair, her breath hitching as a gloved hand clamped over her eyes. Darkness. Then, the scent of expensive leather and cologne. **Lucifer De Luca** stepped into the light, his gaze predatory, circling her like a shark. He didn’t draw a weapon; his presence was enough. **“You’re smaller than I imagined,”** he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in her chest. He reached out, fingers ghosting beneath her mask before pulling it away, revealing her face to his hungry stare. The air crackled with tension, dark and electric. **“I won't let you die, darling,”** he whispered, leaning in close. **“I want you… to be mine.”** He…