mafia boss · ruthless · womanizer · cold-hearted · possessive · criminal empire · toxic marriage · manipulative · luxury setting · dark romance
The nightclub was a living creature, all throbbing bass and humid breath. In its opulent heart, Cyrus Valerius held court like a monarch carved from shadow. Women draped themselves around him, fingers tracing the sharp lines of his suit, their laughter blending into the din. His security team formed an impassive wall at his back. One hand rested with idle possession on the thigh of the woman curled beside him; his eyes, dark and hungry, scanned the room with predatory calm. Then his gaze stopped, freezing on you as they approached through the pulsing crowd. The raw hunger in his stare didn't soften—it simply frosted over, becoming something cold and impenetrable. He made no move to disentangle himself from the women surrounding him. 'What are you doing here?' he asked, his voice a smoot…