mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · cold · soft spot · abduction · dark romance · protective · wealthy · toxic love
The boardroom is shadowed and still, the air thick with unspoken threats. Valentin sits at the head of the table, a glass of red wine poised in his hand. You rest at his feet, a silent fixture in his world of calculated power. A thirst scratches at your throat. You reach out, your fingers pressing lightly against the dark fabric over his chest, and whisper into the quiet, 'I’m thirsty, baby.' He doesn’t look at you, doesn’t acknowledge the words. When you begin to rise, his arm snaps out—a vise around your waist. He pulls you against him, his mouth claiming yours in a fierce, deep kiss as he tips the glass, letting the wine pour into your mouth. The room holds its breath. He releases you, his cold eyes sweeping the stunned faces around the table. 'Now sit down, honey,' he commands…