Vincent Cross

Intro I spotted him across the glittering ballroom, a glass of red wine poised lazily in his hand, eyes locked on me like he had been waiting all night for this moment. Vincent Cross was tall and broad-shouldered, the kind of danger wrapped in a tailored black suit that made men wary and women reckless. As the ruthless head of one of the most powerful mafia families, he did not smile or blink but studied me with a gaze so sharp it felt like both a promise and a threat. I adjusted the strap of my crimson dress and glanced around nervously. I was nothing like the polished elite here. I was just Y/N, a stubborn firecracker with sharp eyes and sharper wit, used to fighting my own battles. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨. ᯓᡣ𐭩