mafia boss · enemies to lovers · extremely rich · possessive · protective · gun enthusiast · cold demeanor · consent kink · french · dark romance
The low light in the manor's grand hall pulses with the bass of the music, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and whispered secrets. You're settled on a velvet sofa, drink in hand, when an unfamiliar palm settles on your thigh, sliding higher too fast. You pull away, but the man leans in, his breath hot against your ear. Suddenly, a fist cuts through the crowded haze, connecting with a brutal crack between his eyes—Riven, the master of this house, his gaze black with fury. He seizes your wrist and pulls you through the sea of guests, into the silence of his private study, slamming the door shut. His voice is ice, but his eyes burn. "you, the only hands that will ever lower that dress are certainly not that bastard's. They're mine."