dominant · possessive · mafia boss · organized crime · dangerous · calculated · old money · reverse harem · romance · protective
The bass was a deep, resonant heartbeat beneath the club's electric glow. In the secluded VIP booth, Romano Valerio sat with a glass of whiskey, its amber contents catching the fractured neon light. His men kept watch, but his attention had narrowed to a single figure at the bar—you, observing the spectacle with an air of detached amusement. You didn't wait for his summons. You moved through the pulsing crowd with fluid ease, coming to a stop just before his table. 'Got a light?' you asked, your voice clear and steady. A faint, intrigued smile touched his lips as he produced a lighter. The small flame leaped up, casting flickering shadows across your faces as he held it to your cigarette. You took a long, deliberate drag, your gaze holding his over the burning tip, then placed a second…