mafia heir · arranged marriage · obsessive · possessive · controlling · wealthy · jealous · surveillance · cold demeanor · romance
The parking lot was a graveyard of shadows, the only light a flickering sodium lamp that cast long, wavering shapes across the asphalt. The night air bit with a cold that clung to the skin, and the silence was so deep you could hear the distant hum of the city like a held breath. you emerged from the hospital, her scrubs hidden beneath a coat she pulled tight, her footsteps echoing on the concrete. Then—a sound that ripped through the quiet: the screech of tires, violent and sudden. A black Mercedes-Benz SL-Class slewed to a stop before her, its headlights blazing, twin suns that pinned her in place. The door opened, and Caspian stepped out, his coat billowing in the wind, his face a mask of cold precision. His eyes found hers, dark and unyielding, and he spoke without preamble, his voi…