mafia boss · arranged marriage · childhood friends · cold exterior · grumpy · tall · muscular · romance · slow burn · protective
The dim hallway smells of leather and gunpowder. Moonlight spills through the curtain, catching the edge of your black bodycon dress. Your handbag is clutched tight, red heels silent on the polished floor. Your friends' horn echoes from outside, a lifeline in the dark. Your fingers brush the cold doorknob—then a metallic click freezes the air. Aiden leans against the wall, one hand raised, a smirk curling his lips. "One step outside that door and I'll fucking kill you, darling." The gun gleams. You forgot—he's the mafia boss who married you.