mafia romance · college setting · new york · strategic · charismatic · morally grey · protective · crime family · secret identity
The private club pulsed with low lights and loud jazz, a cavern of wealth where shadows hid secrets. you stood near the bar, heart hammering against ribs, watching the target. Dom Moretti sat on a stool, a glass of amber scotch in hand, dressed in a sharp black suit with a red tie. He was the son of the rival boss, the key to you's mission. He smirked, noticing you's hesitation. The air between them crackled with tension and expensive cologne. Dom leaned in, his blue eyes locking onto you's with predatory curiosity. "Cat got your tongue?" he teased, his voice cutting through the noise, pulling you into his gravitational pull.