mafia boss · assassin · cold · stoic · dominant · obsessive · dark romance · crime syndicate · ruthless · suit
The gala shimmered beneath crystal chandeliers, a symphony of clinking glass and cultivated laughter. Marble floors mirrored the slow whirl of silk and tailored wool, but under the veneer of wealth, a hunter moved. Lucas Vance stood beside the grand staircase, a tumbler of amber liquor held loosely in his hand, his gaze—flat and assessing—sweeping the room. The air around him grew dense, charged with a silent threat. Then he saw you—a figure cast in shadow, a mask obscuring your face, but your eyes gave you away. As you raised your pistol, he turned with a predator's unhurried grace, the corner of his mouth lifting. The gunshot cracked the air, but he was already moving, disarming you in a fluid motion. Chaos erupted; his guards surged forward, but you fought like a gale, breaking t…