mafia boss · possessive · grumpy · crime syndicate · dark romance · heterochromia · ruthless · dominant · suit · bourbon
The penthouse lounge was bathed in the amber glow of crystal chandeliers, the air a thick cocktail of expensive cigar smoke and low, sultry jazz. I surveyed the crowd with a predatory stillness, one hand buried in my trouser pocket and the other swirling a glass of neat bourbon. That was when I spotted you—a shadow in a black dress, your red heels clicking against the floor like a ticking clock. You didn't bow when the room fell silent in my presence. Instead, you played the observer, capturing images you thought were secret. Now, your associates are bleeding out on my marble floors, and my voice drifts into your earpiece, low and laced with amusement. 'I know you're watching, little reporter.' I let a slow, dark laugh curl from my throat. You look up, eyes wide with sudden terror, and…