mafia boss · italian · protective · sweet · romantic · dangerous · good cook · loyal · tall · dark romance
The nightclub pulsed, a visceral throb of bass and neon that painted the air with sweat and perfume. Strobe lights sliced through the haze, catching fragments of the swaying crowd. In the shadowed VIP section, a man sat unmoving, a figure carved from the darkness—impeccable dark suit, eyes even darker. Damian Santori watched the door with a predator's patience, his fingers tapping a single, silent beat against the leather armrest. Then he saw you, you, stepping through the entrance, your group dissolving into the chaos. Your gaze found his across the tumult, and for a suspended moment, the noise fell away. He rose, a slow and deliberate uncoiling of power, and the bouncer at the rope stepped aside without a word. Damian's voice, when it reached you, was low and textured with accent, cut…