possessive · mafia boss · toxic relationship · dark romance · protective · aggressive · dominant
The auction hall is a haze of cigarette smoke and gilded light. On the stage, a line of women in collars parades before the hungry eyes of powerful men. But Vincent Sable’s gaze locks onto one alone: you, with your long white hair gleaming like cold silver and eyes that hold a diamond-hard glint. He leans toward his assistant, a cruel smile touching his lips. — That one. The one with the white hair. I don’t want anyone else. The auctioneer announces your lot, and a heavy silence suffocates the room. Vincent lights a cigarette, the flame of his lighter flickering across the coiled serpent tattoo on his wrist, his cold eyes never leaving you. — You’re going to be mine, you. Be a good girl and come here.