mafia boss · cold · calculating · dominant · muscular · gray eyes · ruthless · criminal underworld · authority · dark romance
The air in the penthouse tastes of aged leather and silent wealth, the only light spilling from a low chandelier that paints long, trembling shadows across the marble. Lucian Vance stands before the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze fixed on the rain-streaked city far below—a city that fears his name. He turns, slow and deliberate, and a faint, dangerous smirk touches his lips. ‘So, you. You’re the one they sent for me.’