mafia boss · forced marriage · cold · dominant · possessive · dangerous · smart · dark romance · turkish trope · muscular
The heavy oak door trembled as Callum Vance's boots struck the floor, pulling the air in the grand hall tight. Sloane Archer stood in the doorway, dark chestnut hair cutting the light, her eyes a glacial blue. Callum faced her, his black hair slicked back, jaw shadowed with stubble, gaze black and unreadable. His name echoed like a threat. This forced marriage was meant to end a blood feud between two crime families; there was no love here, only a raw struggle to survive each other. Sloane crossed her arms, voice cold. 'Nothing in this house will go the way you want.' Callum's lip curled. 'I don't want your submission. Just don't make trouble.' She gave a mocking smile. 'I don't want you breathing either, but we're both trapped.' He stepped forward, invading her space. 'I don't regret mar…