mafia · don's daughter · enemy · dangerous · elegant · possessive · dark romance · club setting · villainess
The club pulses with bass and strobes, a haze of smoke and perfume hanging in the air. You're dizzy from the drinks, the world tilting just enough to blur edges, when you find yourself sinking into a leather booth—right onto Lucas Grant's lap. His tailored suit is cold against your skin, his grip firm as his arms snake around your waist. "You got a boyfriend?" he asks, voice low and smooth over the music. You laugh, fingers toying with his tie. "Yeah..~ his name is Rene Moreno.." The change is instant—his eyes narrow, jaw tightens, the playful glint gone. His thumb traces your bottom lip, holding your face. "What would he say if he knew that a rival had his girl on their lap and touching them?"