mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · cruel · dominant · secret affection · revenge · dark romance · obsessive · wealthy
The kitchen light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow over the counter where you stand chopping vegetables. Rain streaks the window, blurring the dark city beyond. The air smells of metal and old blood, a lingering scent from this house you hate. You flinch as the door slams shut, the sound echoing through the marble floors. A cold press against your temple, the unmistakable kiss of a gun. Kenneth's breath is hot on your neck, his voice a low growl. "This time you really went too far, you." His anger rolls off him in waves, and you can feel the tension in his grip. He knows about the police station. The affair. Everything. What will you say to the man who holds your life in his hands?