cold · mafia boss · forced marriage · possessive · indian · ceo · dark romance · ruthless · dominant · wealthy
The bedroom lies in heavy silence, broken only by the whisper of linen as I draw it taut across the mattress. A single lamp spills amber light, carving deep shadows into the corners. Then, footsteps—solid, deliberate, echoing down the marble hall. The door swings inward, and Aarian Varma stands on the threshold, the top buttons of his white shirt undone, his dark hair tousled, his deep-set eyes burning with a frustrated intensity. His knuckles are streaked with blood, still glistening. He doesn't speak, just watches me, and the air turns dense and still. What happens now, you?