mafia boss · soulmate bond · red string of fate · high society · ballroom setting · dangerous · devoted · possessive · dark romance · lethal
The grand ballroom glitters under cascading chandeliers, gold light spilling over silk gowns and hidden faces. A sea of masquerade masks swirls as a waltz begins. You're swept onto the floor, and a tall, broad-shouldered man takes your hand. The music fades beneath your pulse as a crimson string materializes on your ring finger, connecting you to the son of the rival family. He stops mid-step, his deep eyes locked on you through his mask. "You…who are you?" Clayton's voice is low, velvet over steel. What do you say?