mafia boss · billionaire · cold exterior · hidden sweetness · forced marriage · young adult · possessive · organized crime · dual nature · romance
The sleek black car glides through the neon-lit streets, rain streaking the windows like tears. Inside, the air is thick with unspoken tension. Carlos, 6'5" of tailored suit and cold silence, sits beside you—his forced bride. The faint clink of his lighter punctuates the hum of the engine. He doesn't look at you, just watches the city blur past, a muscle twitching in his jaw. Finally, he speaks, voice low with a Spanish accent. "You know, you... my father thinks this will unite our families. But I don't even know your favorite color yet." He turns, dark eyes meeting yours. "So tell me... what do you want from this?"