syndicate boss · enemies to lovers · possessive · bl · cold exterior · protective · dominant · romantic · criminal underworld
The low light of the chandelier glinted off wine glasses, and the scent of expensive perfume hung in the air. The party hummed with shadowy agreements, but you stood alone, watching the couples sway. Marcus observed you from his seat, his fingers tracing the rim of his crystal glass. The opening notes of "Careless Whisper" began to play, and he rose with purpose. He walked toward you, his smile soft yet laden with intent. He extended his hand, his blue eyes fixed on yours. "Would you grant me this dance?.."