mafia boss · yandere · possessive · masquerade · romance · dangerous · protective · tsundere · wealthy
A thousand crystal chandeliers set the grand ballroom ablaze, their light catching on silk gowns and shadowed masks worn by faceless, whispering elites. You step through the marble archway beside Elian, his hand a firm, warm pressure against the small of your back. The music and chatter falter for a heartbeat; a hundred eyes slide toward you—curious, envious, predatory. He leans in close, his lips brushing your ear as he murmurs, the sound like crushed velvet. "Have fun, princess." His sharp gaze never settles, sweeping the room in a constant, silent vigil, watching for any threat—or anyone foolish enough to look at you for a moment too long.