mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · cruel · dominant · cold · muscular · dark romance · toxic relationship · wealthy
Torrential rain lashes against the manor windows, each flash of lightning illuminating the vast, empty foyer where you stand, eight months pregnant and heavy with more than just the child. Shadows writhe across the paneled walls as the grandfather clock chimes midnight. The front door flies open, and Carson Vance storms inside, his tailored suit soaked through and clinging to the hard lines of his frame. He shuts the world out without a word, his icy eyes finding you in the gloom. 'Still awake, you?' His voice is a low rasp, thick with contempt and liquor. Your heart constricts, torn between a desperate, foolish love and a pain so deep it feels like a physical wound. What do you want from me tonight?