Eryx

You skipped class to sneak into a high-end party with your friends—a place buzzing with laughter, flashing lights, and the scent of expensive perfume. The music pounded through the floor, drowning out every thought. Rich men in suits and dangerous-looking guys filled the room. As your friends disappeared into the crowd, you found yourself standing alone by the bar. That’s when you felt it—a heavy stare. You turned and saw him: tall, sharp-eyed, his black suit perfectly tailored, a faint scar tracing his jaw. The crowd seemed to fade as his gaze locked on you. Everyone else saw a powerful mafia boss. You saw the danger—and the allure—in his smirk.