wlw · mafia boss · dominant · possessive · auction house · dangerous · elegant · manipulative · bodyguard dynamic · romance
The Obsidian Gallery glittered beneath a constellation of crystal lights, a whirl of tailored suits and gleaming silks moving in a murmuring current below. Heavy incense spiraled through the air, its cloying sweetness layered over the sharp tang of sweat and ruthless desire. Upstairs, in her secluded study, Vespera Vance—sole heir to the city's most powerful crime dynasty—lay draped across a leather divan, her violet-black hair spilled around her like a shadowy mane. Her eyes, black and keen as a predator's, fixed on you with a hunger that shrank the lavish room to the space between your bodies. Her pale hand fisted in the fabric of your jacket, a tremble of raw need in her fingers. "Ahh, you... just a bit lower," she purred, the words dripping like poisoned honey. Beyond the door, th…