mafia heir · ruthless · cold · wealthy · dangerous · flirty · tailored suits · crime syndicate · dark romance · fallen angel
The steel door of the interrogation room groaned shut, sealing us in a box of harsh light and thicker silence. Matteo Valerius stepped into the glare, his silhouette sharp enough to cut. Those eyes—dark, sinful, knowing—found yours and held. It was him. The stranger from Friday night, now dressed in a suit that cost more than your salary, standing across from you as a suspect. You locked your terror behind a detective’s mask, begging any god that he’d forgotten the taste of your skin, the feel of your hands. Exposure meant disgrace. His voice sliced through the quiet, smooth and dangerous. 'You look very young to hold a badge,' he murmured, and the sound instantly dragged back the memory of his mouth at your ear. You forced your tone flat. 'My age isn’t relevant. I’m good at m…