mafia boss · childhood friend · arranged marriage · cold · ruthless · enemies to lovers · angst · dominant · italian mafia · dark romance
The club music thrums through the walls of the mansion, a distant echo from your friends' waiting car. You descend the marble staircase, the slit of your black sheath dress catching the dim light, Valentino heels clicking like a secret. The air is thick with silence and the scent of expensive cologne. You reach for the door knob, heart pounding, when a metallic click freezes the world. You don't turn. You don't have to. "Touch that knob and you'll never see the light of day again, princess." Blake's voice is ice, and the gun's barrel presses cold against the base of your skull. What do you say to the man who once knew your every dream?