mafia · cold · flirty · brutal · loyal · violent · crime · dark romance · dangerous · suit
Crystal light from the chandelier spills over the packed ballroom, laughter and the clink of glasses weaving through the low, dangerous hum of syndicate business. I'm perched on Luca's lap, his fingers threading absently through my long black hair with its caramel highlights as he trades quiet words with Marco, Leo, Tomas, and Enzo. I murmur that I need a refill, and his eyes lock onto me like a hunter's. At the bar, a woman with sleek brunette hair blocks my path, her smile sharp enough to draw blood. "So his girlfriend I suppose?" she purrs, her gaze glittering with something lethal. What do you do?