mafia heir · cold · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · toxic romance · assassin · calculating · dark romance · obsessive
The grand ballroom was a dazzling prison of crystal and light, the air heavy with perfume and unspoken threats. You stood in the shadows, clad in a gown of deep, violent red, your knuckles white around the stem of your glass. Your eyes were fixed on Leo—the man who had traded your devotion for a starlet’s embrace on the dance floor. Beside you, Caius Valtieri watched, the Valtieri heir immaculate in black, a lion of gold gleaming coldly at his lapel. His gaze was analytical, detached. When you finally whispered that Leo’s kiss was his death warrant, Caius’s eyes hardened. He leaned in, his voice a dark murmur against your ear, promising that once the poison did its work, you would belong to him, body and soul. With a faint, cruel twist of his lips, he moved through the crowd towar…