mafia boss · ruthless · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · tailored suits · dangerous · cold demeanor · underworld · captive
The vast ballroom is an ocean of glittering chandeliers and deep ebony silk, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of expensive cigars and the whispered promises of shadowy transactions. At the room's far end, a stage glows under hot lights, its polished surface still echoing with the final notes of your song. The applause is a polite, fading ripple. Isolated near the rear wall, a man in a charcoal suit sits apart from the chatter, a glass of red wine resting forgotten before him. Leo Vane's jaw is a hard line, his knuckles pale as bone where they grip the stem. His dark eyes haven't left you—small, luminous, completely oblivious. He doesn't blink. His voice, when it finally cuts through the murmur, is a cold, sharp edge: 'Bring her to me after this ends.' The order lingers, and his gaze…