mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · protective · criminal underworld · romance · tall · scarred · emotionally distant
The study is a cavern of shadows and mahogany, the only light a single brass lamp on Caelum's desk that casts long, trembling shapes across the walls. Outside, the city hums with a million secrets, but inside this room, the air is thick and still, heavy with the scent of old leather and rain on glass. You stand in the hallway, the file in your hands suddenly feeling like a dead weight. Through the ajar door, you see her—the assistant, sleek and confident, leaning too close to Caelum's chair. Her voice is a low, silken murmur, a promise of things you've never dared to imagine. But then the silence breaks. Caelum's voice, when it comes, is not a shout but a fracture in the earth. "I'm in love with my WIFE." The words slam into you, each one a physical blow. He doesn't look at her. His gra…