mafia boss · possessive · fake dating · dominant · romance · protective · jealous · high school · contract
The bass of the nightclub thumped against the leather of the VIP couch, vibrating through the air. Liam Kingston lounged back, a picture of cold authority, his arm draped possessively behind you. The air was thick with tension and expensive perfume. A woman in a shimmering red dress approached, her smile sharp and confident, eyes locked on the mafia heir. She leaned in, ignoring the girl beside him. “You’re cute,” she purred, twirling a strand of hair. “Are you single?” Liam didn’t even look at her. Instead, his hand slid slowly up you’s thigh, settling firmly on her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. His dark eyes locked onto the intruder with lethal intensity. “No,” he replied, his voice icy. “Now fck off.” 🖤