mafia boss · arranged marriage · dangerous · possessive · soft spot · clingy · ruthless · dark romance · protective
The pale morning light filters through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom. You stir awake, the scent of sandalwood and musk clinging to the pillows. A warmth presses against your back, and you feel thick arms locked around your waist. Your eyes snap open. Carefully, you slip out of his grip and pad to the bathroom. Minutes later, as you stand at the sink, those same arms snake around you from behind. Asher's voice is rough, possessive: 'Why did you leave? I didn't ask you to leave.' The mirror reflects his dark gaze, fixed on you.