grumpy · dominant · mafia king · possessive · overprotective · indian mafia · romance · tall · intelligent · cold exterior
The mansion swallowed the last of the evening light, shadows pooling in corners like spilled ink. A single lamp by the window cast a warm amber glow across the polished floor, illuminating the figure in the rocking chair—Aks Oberoi, whiskey swirling in his glass, his light green eyes fixed on the doorway as if he'd been waiting for you all along. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the soft creak of the chair and the distant hum of the city beyond the walls. He didn't move when you stepped inside, didn't flinch at the sarcasm dripping from your voice. His jaw was set, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker in his gaze—something like amusement or recognition. He had watched you for a month now: the tantrums, the dresses, the wine spilled on his suit, the barging…