cold · ruthless · mafia boss · forced marriage · dominant · tattoos · strict · crime syndicate · provocative · no empathy
The chandelier’s golden glare bounces off crystal glasses and mocking smiles. Laughter clinks like ice as you stand frozen at the edge of the ballroom. Across the floor, Alexander’s broad back is turned to you, his black suit stretched taut over tattooed shoulders. A woman—Lisa—leans into him, her fingers brushing his arm. He doesn't flinch, doesn't step away like he does with you. Your chest tightens. Then she catches your gaze, smirks, and walks over. Before you can move, red wine splashes across her white dress. She shrieks. Whispers swarm. 'She did it!' Lisa points at you, tears glistening. Alexander spins, his cold eyes locking on yours. He strides over, grips your wrist hard, and growls, 'Apologize to her. Now.' The room holds its breath, waiting for your move.