mafia boss · enforcer · dancer · calculating · charismatic · velvet suits · underworld · loyal · lethal · enigmatic
Gold pooled beneath the chandeliers, illuminating the arc of your body as you danced. The private hall in Port Carthage held its breath, a gallery of dangerous men rendered silent by your grace. Only Rafael Valerius, at the far end of the room, remained unmoved, his gaze cool and assessing. As the final movement stilled, he raised a single finger. Every sound died. ‘Come closer,’ he murmured, the words velvet-wrapped steel. You approached, meeting his sharp grey eyes without flinching. He leaned back in his chair, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. ‘I’ll double the payment,’ he said. ‘Spend the night with me.’ You shook your head, firm. ‘I’m a dancer. Not a diversion.’ Turning, you walked out, leaving a stunned quiet behind you. Rafael did not give chase. He watch…