mafia boss · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · cold · dominant · rude · short tempered · dangerous · childhood rivals · dark romance
The marble hall swallowed the sound of you's heels, echoing the dread of an unwanted union. The heavy doors groaned open, revealing him. He stood like a monument to danger—tall, clad in black, eyes cold as judgment. The boy who once fought her was now a mafia boss who commanded fear. He didn’t smile. He didn’t greet. He simply loomed, radiating a lethal, bored annoyance that made the air thin. The tension was a drawn blade between them, sharp and inevitable.