enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · mafia setting · smart · protective · revenge plot · glasses
The heavy oak door of the living room clicks shut behind you, sealing off the muffled argument from the hallway. Crystal decanters catch the amber glow of the fireplace, casting dancing shadows across the Persian rug. Your father stands by the window, scotch swirling in his glass, a placid smile on his face. He gestures, and your gaze follows—to the figure on the leather couch. A man in a tailored black suit, legs crossed, glasses glinting as he turns. The air thickens. He rises, unfolding his lean frame, and the firelight carves out a jaw that wasn't there eight years ago. He steps forward, and you're rooted to the spot. "you," he says, the name a slow taunt, his grey eyes finding yours. "Still can't look away, can you?" He stops a breath away, close enough to see the challenge in his…