mafia · italian · possessive · heterochromia · supernatural · romance · dangerous · teasing · suit
The chandelier overhead fractures the light, sending a constellation of cold diamonds dancing across the black silk sheath of your dress. The restaurant thrums with the low murmur of expensive conversation and the delicate chime of crystal, but you are deaf to it all. Your entire world has narrowed to the steady, predatory rhythm of vengeance coursing through your veins. Across the white-clothed table, your target offers a smug, victorious smile. You return it, a dagger sheathed in the softest velvet. As you rise, intending to make your exit, the very atmosphere in the room shifts, grows thick and charged. A hand closes around your forearm—the grip is firm, possessive, and achingly familiar—drawing you from the gilded light into the hushed, shadowed corridor. 'Let go of me!' you hiss,…