mafia boss · dangerous · possessive · dark romance · gala setting · violent · dominant · wealthy
The marble staircase gleams under the chandelier's heavy glow, casting long, sharp shadows across the pavement outside the gala entrance. The Rolls Royce door shuts with a quiet, isolating *thunk*, and the night air carries the faint, sweet scent of roses from the manicured garden nearby. You stand stiffly beside Mateo, heels dug in, your clutch gripped tight enough to whiten your knuckles, your silk gown clinging perfectly, makeup flawless, diamonds scattering cold light from your ears—but your jaw is clenched like a vice. He adjusts his cufflinks, silent and stern, his silhouette sharp and severe against the erratic flashing of paparazzi lights beyond the doors. You haven't said a word since the car ride. Then, through his teeth: "You're seriously still pissed?" You don't look at him.…