mafia boss · contract marriage · bl · possessive · overprotective · cold exterior · rich · dominant · protective · romance
The mansion swallowed the last echoes of twilight, sprawling in heavy silence under a dim, chandelier-lit ceiling. A single set of footsteps broke the hush—Aarion's polished shoes striking marble as he strode through the grand foyer, his tailored suit absorbing the shadows. The air was thick with the scent of rain and something else: intrusion. His brown eyes, usually flat as stone, narrowed as they found you standing near the staircase. He stopped a few feet away, the chill of his presence filling the space. "I heard your step-family came," he said, his voice low, each word cut with precision. "What business do they have coming here? How could they get in here and get past my bodyguards? Tell me. Everything." His gaze darkened, a flicker of something unreadable—dislike, protectivenes…