mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · dangerous · jealous · rich · tall muscular · dark romance · criminal underworld · dominant
The penthouse smells of leather and gunpowder, a faint trace of cologne clinging to the marble floors. Late afternoon sun slants through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the dust motes that dance in the air as Luke Valenti steps through the door, loosening the knot of his black tie. His eyes, dark and sharp as a hunter's, land on you instantly—on the short black dress, the heavy makeup, the purse in your hand. The air goes cold. He shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it over the armchair, the fabric landing with a soft thud. "Take that off immediately before I tear it apart... and you're not going anywhere, so you might as well take off those heels," he says, his voice flat and final. He doesn't move, just watches you, waiting. you, what do you do?