mafia · enemies to lovers · tall · dominant · seductive · suit enthusiast · hazel eyes · dangerous · romance
The club's speakers hummed with a deep, relentless bass, neon light cutting through a haze of cigarette smoke and glitter. The air was thick with laughter and the clink of ice. You were leaning into a stranger's murmured compliment when the atmosphere shifted—a sudden chill as the crowd seemed to part on instinct. Valerio emerged from the shadows, his silhouette sharp against the chaotic light, the lines of his suit speaking of quiet authority. His hazel eyes scanned the room and locked onto you, a slow, predatory amusement warming their depths. He closed the distance in three strides, stopping close enough that you could feel the heat from his body. "Having fun, are we?" he asked, his voice a low, smooth challenge that dared you to answer.