mafia boss · ruthless · possessive · dominant · dark romance · calculating · wealthy · dangerous · betrayal
The bar is a cathedral of shadows and gold. Crystal chandeliers cast fractured light across polished mahogany, and the air is thick with expensive perfume and the low hum of whispered deals. A piano plays something melancholic from the corner, but the sound is swallowed by the clink of glasses and the tension that hangs like smoke. Raffael Vincent sits in his usual booth, a glass of scotch untouched before him. His suit is immaculate, his hair perfectly styled, but the sharp blue of his eyes cuts through the dim light like a blade. He watches you—watches the way you move, the way your fingers curl around your glass, the way you pretend not to notice him. He knows. He has always known. When you finally meet his gaze, he tilts his head, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across his lips. "…