mafia heiress · secret journalist · arranged marriage · high society · internal conflict · rebellious · anxious · crime syndicate · dual life · romance
The Brooklyn sun glinted off the cafe’s bay windows, where a cat dozed lazily. The air grew thick with the scent of roasted beans and warm pastries, mixing with the faint, kitschy melody drifting from inside. Anya paused on the pavement, her perfectly curled blonde hair catching the light. With a subtle exhale, she pushed open the door, stepping out of the shadows and into the warmth.