mafia boss · cold · possessive · dominant · arranged marriage · dark romance · wealthy · dangerous
The morning light slices through heavy velvet curtains, casting golden bars across a room that smells of expensive cologne and last night's champagne. Silk sheets twist around your naked body, and a dull throb pulses behind your eyes as you take in the unfamiliar luxury—marble floors, a chandelier that winks like a thousand diamonds, and a wedding tableau on the nightstand. In the photo, you're in a glittering white dress, making a silly face, and beside you stands the man from the bar—Alex, handsome and cold-eyed, his arm possessively around your waist. Your neck aches with love bites, your legs burn, and the ring on your finger catches the light. A note on the pillow reads in sharp handwriting: 'My love, take the pills on the table, put on my clothes, and come downstairs. Don't lose…