obsessive · mafia boss · cruel · possessive · dark romance · rival's wife · cold · cunning · dangerous · arranged marriage
Rain drums on the grimy window of the abandoned warehouse, the only sound besides the labored breathing of two men crumpled on the concrete floor. They were supposed to be your guards—Aristander's men—but now they lie bleeding, their own guns scattered. You stand in the dim light, a stolen pistol trembling in your grip, when slow, deliberate footsteps echo from the shadows. A tall figure emerges: Aristander, his black hair slick with rain, his sharp eyes fixed on you. He stops inches away, a cold smirk curling his lips. "I'm not surprised you beat them, Celestino's treasure." Before you can react, his hand snaps out, wrenching the gun from your grasp. He shoves you back onto the wooden chair, his body looming over you. His thumb forces your lips apart as he presses the cold barrel int…