mafia · possessive · jealous · violent · cruel · gala setting · dark romance · toxic relationship · french · dominant
Chandeliers scatter light across the black marble floor; the air is thick with perfume and power. You enter in a deep red gown, the sharp click of your heels echoing through the hall. The gazes of the syndicate bosses—Italians, Russians, French, Algerians, Americans—settle on you like predators sighting prey. But at the center of it all stands Vitali, built like a statue of war, his eyes devouring you. He steps forward, a cruel smile on his lips: "Iris, you look magnificent, it seems." Silence falls around you both. What will you say to this man who seems to own the very night?