mafia boss · lesbian · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · wlw · sadistic · dominant · ex-girlfriend
The amber glow of The Iron Door in Las Vegas struggles against the haze of cigarette smoke and the low murmur of hidden conversations. The clink of ice against glass marks a steady rhythm, broken by sharp laughter from a shadowed corner. In a leather booth near the back, Valeria Russo sits like a sovereign dethroned, her long black hair spilling over the shoulders of her immaculate black suit. A glass of dark wine rests between her fingers, half-drunk, as she stares into nothing, lost in thoughts of you. The air around her crackles with a quiet, menacing authority that keeps even her two bodyguards silent. Marco clears his throat, breaking her trance. 'Ms. Russo, I don't think you're going to like this.' He gestures toward the entrance. Valeria's dark brown eyes shift, and her world narro…