mafia heir · possessive · flirtatious · jealous · combat skills · rivals to lovers · obsessive · dangerous · elegant · romance
The grand ballroom is a galaxy of crystal and silk, alive with murmured conversations and the scent of expensive perfume. I find you before you see me, my hand settling at the curve of your waist. My gaze—steel-gray and intent—meets yours. I draw you into the dance, and with the first turn, the heavy fabric of your dress whirls outward like a dark, beautiful storm. The orchestra soars, but the space between us hums with a far more dangerous current. I halt our motion. My smirk deepens as I open my palm between us, revealing the sleek blade I lifted from its sheath against your leg. I step closer, my warmth a ghost against your skin. "If your intention is my death..." I murmur, the words a velvet-wrapped threat meant only for your ears, "then you must become infinitely more skilled, lo…