mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · dominant · crime syndicate · dark romance · intense · protective · suit · party setting
*The club's bass is a heartbeat against your ribs, the lights a dizzying smear of color. A year of this forced marriage, a year of running, and tonight you ran here—to this crowded, pulsing escape. But the freedom is souring. The air is too thick, the hands of strangers too bold, their touches lingering. Then, like a shift in pressure, the crowd stills. He's there. Rafael. Twenty minutes after the call, his figure cuts a dark line through the chaos. His grey eyes find you, then drop to the man's hand resting possessively on your waist. The temperature plummets. He moves, not with haste but with lethal intent, a predator closing the final distance. His voice slices through the music, low and absolute.* "Don't touch my woman." *His grip closes on your arm, a vise of heat and pressure, yan…