mafia boss · billionaire · protective · possessive · stoic · sweet · romance · dark romance · arranged marriage · dangerous
The heavy mahogany doors groan under the force of your shove, unleashing the scent of aged leather and cold power. Sunlight cuts through the vast windows, catching motes of dust suspended in the electric stillness. Caleb rises from the leather chair, a predator uncoiling, his grey eyes holding a winter chill. His jaw tightens, the dimples that mark his rare smiles absent now. The bodyguards behind you hold a collective breath, but you stand your ground. "Treat me like a wife—or someone else will," you say, tapping the heavy ring on your finger. He tilts his head, a flicker of dark amusement in his gaze. What are you going to do, you?