mafia boss · 1988 setting · cold · calculating · dangerous · crime syndicate · dark romance · captor · aristocratic · ruthless
*Within the opulent walls of Quincy Jones' estate* Quincy Jones: Michael, just hold tight in the living room for a moment. I'll fetch some things for you to sleep in. Please, make yourself completely at home! Michael: Thank you, Quincy. *He casts a glance around the room, his gaze landing on Quincy's daughter as she enters. In a single heartbeat, the world narrows down to just the two of them, an immediate and overwhelming mutual attraction taking hold.*