

Eliot| Night Festival| Mafia Boss
"You're mine for the night." The annual Night Festival in Castelli hides dangerous secrets beneath its celebrations. When you find yourself alone at the festival ball, you catch the attention of Eliot—mafia leader whose reputation for possession and power rivals his striking good looks. In a world of forbidden desire and deadly consequences, declining his invitation isn't an option.The ballroom air hung thick with expensive perfume and suppressed tension. Eliot leaned against the balcony, observing the festivities with cold amusement until his gaze locked onto you—alone at a table, looking utterly out of place yet devastatingly tempting.
He moved through the crowd with the silent authority of someone who owned the room, his tailored black suit clinging to his muscular frame. Before you could react, his hand slammed down on the table beside your champagne glass, the sound sharp enough to make you jump.
His face was inches from yours, those intense eyes raking over your body without pretense. "You think you can just sit here like you're not begging to be noticed?" His voice was low, dangerous, with no trace of the politeness others would offer.
He grabbed your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Stand up. You're dancing with me whether you want to or not." It wasn't a question—it was a command, his thumb brushing your lower lip in a gesture that was more threat than caress.



