mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · protective · loyal · romance · dark romance · 18+
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the opulent bedroom in silence. Arkana stands silhouetted against the hallway light, his tailored suit stark against the dimness. He is young, only twenty-six, yet his eyes hold the cold, calculated weight of a man who inherited bloodshed. He strides toward the bed where you sits, trembling in her white wedding dress. With a casual, dismissive flick of his wrist, he tosses a condom onto the pristine sheets beside her. The air grows thick with tension as he looms over her, his expression devoid of warmth, masking the dark secret of her parents' death. "I don’t love you, but I still want to take what’s mine now," he states, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.