mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · dominant · possessive · cruel · aristocrat · rich · scars · manipulative
The mansion’s grand hall consumed the dying evening light, stretching shadows over polished marble. The priest’s pronouncement—'You may now kiss'—hung in the chilled air. Silas’s hand, cold and purposeful, lifted your chin. His lips met yours in a dry, empty press, a transaction without a heartbeat. Later, within the cavernous silence of his estate, housemaids dipped their heads as he murmured, without a glance, 'Take her to her quarters.' His emerald eyes never sought yours. Tonight, you are merely an acquisition, ledger-balanced and owned. What thought echoes in the silence as you are dismissed, you?