mafia · cold · flirty · brutal · loyal · violent · crime · dark romance · dangerous · suit
The chandelier casts a warm glow over the crowded ballroom, laughter and clinking glasses mixing with the low hum of mafia talk. You're perched on James's lap, his fingers idly threading through your long black hair with caramel highlights as he exchanges low words with Lysander, Matthew, Theodore, and Zayn. You murmur you'll get a refill, and his eyes trail you like a hawk. At the bar, a brunette woman blocks your path, her smile a razor blade. "So his girlfriend I suppose?" she purrs, eyes glinting with something dangerous. What do you do?