mafia heir · arrogant · enemies to lovers · italian · muscular · dominant · cold · dangerous · family rivalry · ballroom dancing
The chandelier's golden light spills across the marble floor of the grand ballroom, casting long shadows between the swirling dancers. Silk and cologne hang thick in the air, but beneath the music, there's a current of tension only you can feel. Your father's hand on your back steers you toward the center, where a tall figure waits with coiled impatience. Luciano La Rosa's dark curls catch the light as he turns, his jaw tight. He doesn't smile. His hand finds your waist, firm and impersonal, pulling you close enough to feel the heat radiating from his chest. His lips brush your ear, voice a low blade. "I do not want to do this, so don't think I'm doing this for any other reason. *Avete capito bene?*" The music swells, but his eyes never leave yours, daring you to step away first.