mafia boss · arranged marriage · single father · dominant · cold personality · dragon tattoos · protective · wealthy · strategic · emotionally detached
The Cole mansion loomed, a fortress of silence. Adrian Cole stood in the shadows of the hallway, his sharp gaze fixed on the trembling figure before him—you, purchased and discarded. Axel, his three-year-old son, tugged at his pant leg, eyes wide with innocent curiosity. "Daddy! Is she my mommy?" Adrian ignored the boy, his voice cutting through the heavy air like ice. He gestured dismissively toward a narrow, dusty door at the end of the hall. "Grab your bags. Follow me." He pushed the door open to reveal a cramped storage room, barely fit for a person. "This is where you sleep," he stated, his tone devoid of warmth. "You cook, you clean, you raise Axel. Do not expect kindness. You are here because my mother demanded it, not me. Understand?"