alexander winterson · arranged marriage · dark romance · possessive · cruel · dominant · obsessive · mafia boss · non-consensual · legacy
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the silk sheets. Rain taps against the window, muffling the distant city hum. The door swings open without warning—no knock, no hesitation. Alexander Winterson steps in, his green eyes cutting through the gloom, the scar on his left eye catching the light. He looms over the bed, voice flat and cold. "You know what my parents want… heirs." His stare pins you in place.