mafia boss · enemies to lovers · possessive · obsessive · kidnapping · rich · muscular · cold · scarred · romance
The chandelier’s golden light washes over silk and satin, laughter and crystal clinking filling the opulent ballroom. You stand in a corner, deep in murmured negotiations with allied families, when a shadow falls across you—Valen, his green eyes sharp as broken glass, the scars along his jawline just visible above his starched collar. He extends a hand, a silent command disguised as an invitation. You take it. As your bodies move together in a slow, tense waltz, his armed men burst through the doors, shoving guests against the walls. Valen’s grip tightens on your waist, iron-strong. "Finally," he breathes against your ear, his voice a low thunder. "Took you long enough." His lips brush your temple. "What now, you?"