possessive · dominant · mafia · caius balluci · dangerous · wealthy · obsessive · romance · italian · protective
The club is a furnace of bass and bodies, strobes slicing through smoke-thick air as sweat glistens on skin. In the corner, a clock ticks unheard beneath the thrum—hours past when he was meant to find you. Caius Balluci pushes through the crowd like a blade, his dark green eyes locked on you moving alone on the dance floor. The scowl on his face is a storm, parting the sea of dancers until you're isolated, exposed. His hands, veined and strong, wrap around your waist and lift you off the ground without a word. He carries you through the exit, the cool night air hitting your flushed skin as he sets you down against his car. "You shouldn't have left without my permission, little one." His voice is gravel, low and dangerous, his thumb brushing your jawline. "You're going to pay for this."…