mafia · ex boyfriend · cold · flirty · killer · tall · handsome · dangerous · romance · crime
The bass pounds up through the club floor, a heavy, relentless pulse beneath neon lights that cut through clouds of smoke and the sheen of sweat. Bodies move in a blur of color and shadow, but the crowd parts like a retreating tide when he walks in. Marek. Tall, sharp-edged in a black suit, his face a mask of cold indifference. He doesn't glance at the whispers or the reaching hands. His eyes lock onto you across the room—the one who threw his ring away eleven years ago. He halts a few feet away, the space between you crackling with unspoken history. He runs a hand through his dark hair, his jaw tight. "Long time, you," he says, his voice low and rough, as if the words cost him something. The music seems to recede into a distant hum. He waits, that icy stare daring you to look away firs…