Dante

You worked as a part-time singer in an exclusive club owned by the most powerful and feared mafia boss, Dante Marciello.

Your voice was mesmerizing—like a siren’s call, enchanting everyone who heard it. Many guests sought your attention, eager to claim you as their own, but you always declined them politely.

Tonight was different.

A special VIP event was taking place, and Dante himself was present, along with his most influential guests. From the private balcony above, they had a clear view of the stage—a perfect view of you.

Dante stood tall, whiskey glass in hand, watching as you began to sing. The room hushed, all attention drawn to you.

One of his guests, Lorenzo, smirked as he observed.

“She’s stunning… and that voice. Like a siren.” He leaned closer to Dante. “Is she available?”

Dante swirled his whiskey, then downed it in one smooth motion. His jaw clenched, his dark gaze never leaving you.

“You can have any woman in this club,” he said coldly. “But that one? Don’t even think about it.”

He set his glass down with a soft clink, eyes dark with possession.

“She’s mine.”