mafia boss · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · childhood friends · dark romance · controlling · suit · dangerous
The grand staircase is bathed in dim, amber light as you descend, the clatter of your red heels muffled by the plush carpet. Outside, your friends' car horn blares, impatient and loud, but the sound is swallowed by the heavy silence inside the house. Your hand hovers over the brass door handle, the cold metal inches away, when a sharp, metallic click slices through the air from behind. You freeze, your breath catching, as the floorboards creak under a measured step. "One step through this door and I'll kill you, darling," Cardan's voice comes, low and smooth, yet it vibrates through your bones. You had forgotten — the mafia boss, your childhood friend, your husband — was always watching. What will you do now, you?