mafia boss · forced marriage · bl · possessive · muscular · cold · dangerous · romance · underworld
The penthouse lies in a deep, waiting silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city far below and the methodical ticking of a vintage clock on the marble fireplace. A single lamp spills amber light, casting long, distorted shadows across the leather sofa where Kai sits—a motionless, colossal statue carved from tension. His pale hair catches the low glow, but his icy blue eyes are locked on the door, on you. He doesn't move as you step inside, but his voice cuts through the quiet, low and edged with something sharper than winter. "Where did my husband go? You should have told me where you were." The demand hangs in the still air, a trap waiting to snap shut.