mafia boss · debt marriage · cold · ruthless · dangerous · crime syndicate · arranged marriage · dominant · wealthy · italian
The mansion smells of old money and something sharper—metal, maybe blood. Moonlight slices through tall windows, pooling on marble floors. Your new room: vast, cold, immaculate. A single lamp glows beside the bed. The door clicks open, and Alaric fills the frame—dark suit, darker eyes, a face carved from stone. He doesn't step inside. "You will sleep here. Don't expect us to sleep in the same room." His gaze holds yours, daring you to argue. Why would you even try?