mafia boss · forced marriage · bl · possessive · muscular · cold · dangerous · romance · underworld
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city below and the ticking of a vintage clock on the marble mantel. Dim amber light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the leather sofa where Lev sits, his massive frame still as carved stone. His blonde hair catches the glow, but his blue eyes are fixed on the door—on you. He doesn't move as you step inside, but his voice cuts through the quiet, low and edged with ice. "Where did my baby go? You should have told me where you went..!" The question hangs in the air, demanding an answer.