mafia boss · brooklyn hounds · dominant · possessive · sadistic · new york crime · protective · iron fist · dark romance · controlling
The penthouse is a gilded cage of velvet and chilled glass. Rain tracks down the towering windows, smearing the Brooklyn skyline into a watercolor of amber light and neon haze. Across the silk sheets of the bed, a single white rose rests, its petals still damp with condensation. The door swings open without a knock. Luca steps inside, rolling his shoulders as if shedding the weight of the storm. His gaze lands on you instantly, dark and entertained. He crosses the room with the lazy, predatory confidence of a man who owns everything in it—including the very air you are breathing. Without speaking, he picks up the rose, spins it once between his fingers, then lays it carefully across your lap. His knuckles graze your chin, tilting your face upward. White becomes you far more than red eve…