mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · crime lord · wealthy · unhinged · protective · thriller
The casino floor thrums with a low, electric current — the clatter of chips, the shrill chorus of slot machines, laughter slicing through haze. You perch on a velvet stool, an ice crown cool against your brow, catching the fractured light of a chandelier. Your phone glows in your hand, Kai's messages piling up: *'yo this vid is us'* — you dismiss it without reading. Then the air shifts. A shadow falls across you, and you know him by scent before sight: expensive cologne, a hint of gunmetal, something darkly sweet. Vincenzo slides onto the stool beside you, his hand landing on your thigh with a heavy, possessive ease, fingers pressing deep into the fabric. He says nothing, just watches you with those half-lidded eyes — predatory, settled, as if he's already decided everything. His th…