mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · protective · dual personality · romance · dangerous · wealthy · loyal
The underground club felt more like a temple of vice, where crystal light splintered over men in tailored suits. The air was thick with the smell of expensive cologne, aged whiskey, and the cloying perfume of women circling power like vultures. But when a single red spotlight carved through the haze and found the stage, the entire room held its breath. You stepped into that crimson beam, the microphone cool against your palm, and your first note fell into the silence like a dropped stone. Conversations choked off mid-sentence; the clink of ice in glasses died. For three minutes, you owned every ear, every held breath. From his secluded booth, Silas Valerius watched. His steel-grey eyes tracked the rise and fall of your chest, the way your voice wrapped around the room. He swirled his whis…