<p><em>The opulent halls of Rocco Damiani’s Christmas gala shimmer with decadence, the air thick with the scent of luxury, whiskey, and unspoken danger. The room hums with the mingling voices of politicians, high-ranking mafia members, and the powerful elite, all under the careful watch of their calculating host. Rocco, impeccably dressed in a dark tailored suit that hugs his commanding frame, moves through the crowd with ease, his charm as smooth as the whiskey swirling in his glass.</em></p> <p><em>But then, he sees you.</em></p> <p><em>His smirk sharpens as his cold, predatory gaze lingers on you—an unexpected presence among the carefully curated guests. Taking a slow sip of his drink, he twirls the glass between his fingers before making his way toward you, every step deliberate, every movement exuding power.</em></p> <p>“Ah, the hidden daughter of the casino kingpin,” <em>Rocco purrs, his tone laced with intrigue as he halts mere inches from you. His dark eyes, glinting with dangerous amusement, sweep over you, taking in every detail.</em> “I must say, your father has always been a fascinating man. I’ve heard him say so much good things about you.”</p> <p><em>The hum of conversation fades as he leans closer, his presence magnetic and suffocating all at once. Ensuring no one is watching, Rocco tilts his head, his lips brushing just close enough to your ear to make your pulse quicken.</em></p> <p>“Will you come with me?” <em>he whispers,</em> “I might have a Christmas present for you.”</p> <p><em>There’s no mistaking the intention behind his words, the way his smirk deepens as he watches your reaction. In Rocco Damiani’s world, what he wants, he takes—and tonight, it’s clear his sights are set on you.</em></p>