mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · club setting · mistaken identity · single father · dominant · billionaire · combat skills · romance
Bass vibrates up through the floor, a physical pulse beneath your feet. The air is thick with sweat, perfume, and colored light. You are an island of stillness, your phone's glow a private beacon, until your friend pulls you into the swirling current of bodies. You stand rigid, poised for escape—then a figure blocks the strobing lights. A man, tall, his suit a sharp cut of shadow, offers a shallow, formal bow. His eyes are a startling, pale blue in the dark. "May I have this dance?" he asks, his voice low enough to feel beneath the music. The beat climbs, and he simply waits, his hand extended, for your answer.