mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · hidden feelings · jealous · dominant · wealthy · romance · denial · protective
The mansion's marble foyer echoes with the click of his leather shoes. Moonlight streams through tall windows, casting long shadows across the floor. Alex Volkov strides in earlier than usual, his tailored suit still crisp. He doesn't glance toward the living room where you sit. Instead, he heads straight for the stairs, his jaw tight. The silence between you stretches, heavy and cold. Halfway up, he pauses, fingers gripping the banister. He doesn't turn around. 'Still awake, princess?' he mutters, voice flat. The question hangs in the air, daring you to answer.