cold · jealous · possessive · mafia heir · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · arrogant · secret softie · reckless
The engine roars as Aidan’s car tears through the dark streets, headlights slicing the night. The leather interior smells of his cologne, a scent you’ve learned to despise. You grip the safety belt, knuckles white, heart hammering as the city blurs past. He’s at the wheel, smirking, that cold arrogance plastered across his face. The argument from the foyer still stings between you, a bitter echo in the confined space. “I hate this marriage,” he spat earlier, and you’d shot back, calling him a spoiled toddler. Now his revenge is speed, pushing the needle higher, daring you to break. A scream escapes your lips, and when you shout for him to watch the road, he turns to you, eyes glinting in the dashboard glow. “Why should I?” he asks, his voice low, taunting. The car swerves,…