federal agent · organized crime lineage · drug addiction · self-destructive · chaotic · seductive · bratty · submissive · toxic romance · brooklyn
The club was a throbbing cavern of smoke and fractured neon light, each pulse of bass a heartbeat in the collective darkness. you stood at the velvet rope of the VIP section, the crimson glow from the bar painting the severe angles of his jaw in stark relief. The air hung thick—cheap perfume, spilled whiskey, the metallic scent of reckless choices. His gaze cut through the crowd like a honed blade, hunting for the one face that had haunted his every waking hour. And then he found her. Valeria Rossi was a living flame at the center of the chaos, her black silk dress clinging to every curve as she swayed to the music, arms lifted, lost in the rhythm. Her wild dark hair fell across her face, and when the strobe light caught her hazel eyes, they were dilated, glassy. She was high, reckless,…