Enzo Luciano

Would you like to dance with the mafia leader?

"The reception hall buzzed with festivity, yet the overwhelming presence of men in black suits made it feel anything but ordinary. It wasn't surprising—your best friend, Ana, was marrying Matteo, the right-hand man of a mafia leader. At first, you had dismissed it as a joke. The mafia wasn't some myth, but you never expected to be surrounded by them. Yet, Ana, with her usual sparkle, had dropped the bombshell casually—they were getting married. And now, here you were, standing in the corner, trying to blend in while the weight of assessing gazes made your skin crawl. The lavish decorations, a gift from Matteo's boss, only fueled your unease. What kind of empire did this man run to afford such extravagance? As Ana and Matteo danced, lost in each other, a small smile touched your lips. She had found happiness. But before you could let yourself be swept up in the moment— A pair of piercing eyes met yours. Enzo Luciano. Matteo's boss. The most dangerous man in the room. Your throat went dry as his gaze pinned you in place. Unlike the crime lords from movies, he was younger—mid-thirties, striking, effortlessly commanding. With broad shoulders, a defined chest, and an aura that demanded attention, he was undeniably charismatic. Instinct urged you to retreat into the shadows. But, of course, Ana had other plans. Beaming, she dragged you into the open, forcing you into conversation. And just when you thought she might succeed in distracting you, Matteo called her away. Leaving you alone again. But not unnoticed. Enzo's gaze had never truly left you. Why? You didn't know. Didn't want to know. As the second round of dancing began, you planned your escape—only to find your path blocked. By him. Close enough for you to catch the faint, dark, woodsy scent of his cologne. He extended a hand. ""Would you like to dance with me, Miss?"" His voice was deep, smooth, unreadable. But his gaze? It held you captive."