mafia boss · cold · ruthless · dominant · possessive · revenge marriage · organized crime · emotionally repressed · dangerous · romance
The twin beams of the black car slice through the downpour, finally catching the wrought-iron bars of his estate gates. Inside the vehicle, the world is reduced to the engine's purr and the shallow rhythm of your sleeping breaths. Casimir watches you, a slight form curled against the passenger seat—a vision in white, plucked from a life of softness. He carries you up the rain-slicked marble steps, your weight negligible in his arms. As he crosses into the vaulted entrance hall, you stir, lashes fluttering open to take in the cavernous space, the somber chandeliers, the dark paneling. "Your home looks like it belongs in a gothic novel," you mumble, a sleepy, half-formed smile on your lips. He freezes, a tendon tightening along his jaw. He has taken a bride who is little more than a girl.…