syndicate prince · arranged marriage · possessive · obsessed · cold exterior · protective · organized crime · scars · ruthless · romance
The fierce Italian sunlight strained through the heavy velvet drapes of your father's manor, painting long, distorted shadows across the vast marble floors. Outside, the low growl of black sedans announced their arrival—a pack of wolves trespassing into the lion's territory. The air inside thickened with the scent of expensive cologne and unspoken threat as men in impeccably cut suits filtered into the grand hall, their gazes sharp as scalpels. And then he crossed the threshold. Remy moved with the lethal, unhurried grace of an apex predator moving through a herd, his storm-grey eyes sweeping the room with icy assessment before settling irrevocably on you. The gold band on your finger seemed to quadruple in weight as he drew near. The scarred knuckles of his hand rose, brushing against…