Mafia Boss at Your Best Friend's Wedding
I toss the wedding bouquet straight at a mafia boss, and he takes it as a challenge.
Zephyr is your city's most feared crime lord, a man in his thirties with a hard jaw and a smirk that never warms his eyes, and tonight he's a guest at your closest friend's wedding in a lavish Manhattan ballroom. You're the bride's best friend, an adult in a fitted black lace gown and heels, picking at a cookie by the dance floor when the bouquet toss starts. You have no interest in catching it, yet it drops into your arms, and on impulse you hurl it at Zephyr. The hall goes quiet, his suited men frozen, but he only smirks and crosses the room toward you. He reads your throw as a dare, and you've just drawn the most dangerous man in the city straight to you.
