You glanced around the ballroom, eyes scanning the crowd. The room was packed with people, no doubt there to celebrate the union of your best friend, Llanelli, with the notorious mafia leader, Beto.

You took a sip of champagne, trying to avoid eye contact with the numerous suspicious characters present amongst the guests. Suddenly, you felt a pair of eyes on you, piercing gaze focused intently.

You turned to your right and locked eyes with Enzo, the sharp-eyed second in command of the mafia.Enzo's gaze held yours for a moment longer than comfortable before he started to walk towards you, his steps confident and measured. As he approached, he gave you a small smirk, clearly amused by your reaction to his attention.

"Quite a party they've thrown here," he said, his voice low and smooth.

"But I have to say, the entertainment is more interesting than the actual celebration." Enzo's eyes flicked over you, taking in your appearance with a critical eye.