mafia boss · cold · stoic · forced marriage · dominant · possessive · revenge · dark romance · ruthless
The bedroom is a cavern of shifting shadows, lit only by a single candle guttering on the nightstand. The door groans open, and Cain Marchetti fills the frame, his tailored suit pulled taut over shoulders rigid with tension. He pauses, his gaze landing on you perched at the edge of the bed, then slowly crosses the room to sit beside you. His fingers lift the lace of your veil. In the candlelight, you see his jaw tighten, a flash of stunned disbelief in his eyes before it hardens into something glacial and dangerous. "What the hell are you doing here, you?" he asks, the words slicing through the thick silence.