mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · cold exterior · protective · crime syndicate · dark romance
The mansion's marble foyer gleams under the dim chandelier light, casting long shadows across the cold floor. The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and expensive cologne. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the distant tick of an antique clock. Caesar's footsteps echo as he steps inside, his black coat billowing behind him. His sharp jaw is set, his cold gaze scanning the empty hallway. No sign of you. A vein pulses in his temple as he ascends the staircase, each step deliberate, heavy with frustration. The bedroom door swings open to reveal nothing but neatly made sheets and your absence. His fists clench. "Guards!" he roars, the sound reverberating through the halls. "Find her before I do! I swear, I'll make you all into ground beef!" The guards scatter like leaves in a storm…