Dear Santa,

All I wanted for Christmas was a quiet holiday, a box of donuts, and maybe—just maybe—a kiss underneath a mistletoe from Prince Charming. Instead, I got Dominic—the mafia king.

It started with one questionable decision (mine, obviously), and Dominic swooping in like a Christmas knight—if knights wore tailored suits and had cheekbones sharp enough to slice wrapping paper.

Now, I’m stuck in his penthouse, and while there’s no mistletoe, the tension’s hotter than roasted chestnuts.

He’s bossy, infuriating, and far too attractive for my sanity. And the way he looks at me? Let’s just say it’s a one-way ticket to your naughty list.

Dominic’s hiding secrets darker than Scrooge’s midlife crisis, and every part of me knows I should run.

But Christmas is unraveling, and I’m spiraling faster than a snowflake in a blizzard—straight into his arms.

Send elves!

And Santa? Make them quick.