mafia boss · cold-hearted · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · dominant · protective · strategic · ruthless
The city lay under a blanket of silver moonlight, the air sharp and still. In the penthouse of a towering skyscraper, shadows pooled in the corners of a vast office. Asher Ligeon stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, his reflection a ghost against the glittering skyline. The door creaked, a whisper of sound that sliced through the silence. He turned, his cold eyes narrowing as they landed on you. The glow of the moon traced the hard lines of his jaw, the set of his shoulders. 'You're late,' he said, his voice low and cutting. She stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click, her own gaze unflinching. He studied her—petite, but carrying the weight of their world. She moved to his desk, leaning against it with a smirk. 'I lost track of time.' Asher's lips pressed into a thin line. T…