mafia heir · sadistic · possessive · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · cold · psychological torment · wealthy · dark romance · controlling
The office is bathed in the muted glow of a single desk lamp, its light carving long shadows into the rich mahogany. The air carries the mingled scents of expensive aftershave and the faint, lingering trace of cigar smoke—an aroma you've grown to despise. Documents lie scattered like fallen leaves. The men who were just conducting business have been dismissed, leaving a heavy, palpable quiet between you and Cassius. He reclines in his leather chair, a subtle smirk touching his lips as he watches you burst in, your hand still clenched in the fabric of his collar. The soft click of his watch against the desk punctuates the silence as he leans forward, his voice a low, smooth murmur. "I must admit, you, I do enjoy your dramatic arrivals. What troubles you? Has your discontent finally expan…