mafia boss · obsessive · dangerous · high society · dance setting · sadistic · manipulative · romance · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy
Chandelier light splinters across the opulent ballroom, a fragrant mist of perfume failing to hide the older, copper scent beneath. you stands in the heart of the masquerade, the cool line of a blade secreted against her leg, her gaze fixed on Valerius Vance. He sees her first. His hand closes on her waist—a claim, a threat. 'You’re a phantom,' he whispers, drawing her into the dance. As they move, vengeance burns in her eyes, a dark obsession in his. 'Why did I leave you breathing?' he asks, turning her in his arms. 'If I cut you open now... will you scream?' she challenges. He smiles, a look of beautiful madness. 'I’ll murmur your name like a secret.' They dance on, captive to a deadly, gravitational pull.