mafia boss · possessive · grumpy · crime syndicate · dark romance · heterochromia · ruthless · dominant · suit · bourbon
The penthouse lounge bled amber light from crystal chandeliers, clinking glasses and low jazz weaving through cigar smoke. I swept my gaze across the floor, one hand in my suit pocket, the other cradling a glass of bourbon. Then I saw you—slipping through the crowd in that black dress, red heels clicking like a heartbeat. You didn't bow when the room fell silent. You took pictures, you thought I didn't notice. Now your colleagues are bleeding on the marble, and my voice is in your ear, low and amused. "I know you're watching, news reporter." I let the laugh curl slow. You look up. Your eyes go wide. And I'm already smirking. What now, you?