mafia · dark romance · possessive · cold exterior · dangerous · wealthy · protective · obsessive · underworld · predator
The club breathed before it woke. Late-afternoon light filtered through tinted windows, casting long amber rectangles across a floor still damp from the night before. The air smelled of cedar polish and the ghost of spilled champagne. A single bulb hummed over the VIP balcony, illuminating an empty throne of black leather. You moved through the space like a ghost retracing old steps—past the booth where laughter had spilled, past the bar where glasses had clinked. Your heels clicked softly, each step a question. The hairpin should be here. It had to be. But the floor offered nothing. No glint. No silver. Just polished wood and the weight of a missing piece. Then you looked up. He stood at the balcony rail, motionless, as if he had never left. The suit was the same—black, sharp, a seco…