mafia boss · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · cold · dominant · rude · short tempered · dangerous · childhood rivals · dark romance
The sound of you's heels dissolved into the vast, cold marble of the hall, each step echoing the impending weight of a union neither wanted. The heavy doors swung inward with a low groan, revealing him. Kael stood like a statue hewn from shadow—tall, draped in black, his eyes as cold and assessing as a winter storm. The boy who once clashed with her in childish rivalry was now a mafia sovereign, a man who commanded rooms through sheer, silent menace. He offered no smile, no greeting. He simply existed there, radiating a lethal, bored irritation that made the very air feel thin and charged. The tension between them was a blade already drawn, its edge sharp and its point inevitable.