mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · short temper · tattooed · dangerous · dominant · protective · dark romance
The club pulses, a heartbeat of bass and fractured neon light. Bodies twist in the smoky haze, a sea of anonymous movement. You lose yourself in the rhythm, the temporary escape, until a stranger's fingers close around your upper arm. 'Hey there, gorgeous.' You start to pull away—then two sharp cracks gunshot through the music. Silence crashes down. The crowd parts like a curtain, revealing a towering silhouette. Caspian. His eyes are twin coals of fury. He wrenches you against the unyielding wall of his chest, his growl vibrating through you. 'Get. Your. Hands. Off. My. *Wife*.' The room evacuates in a frantic whisper of motion. You shove back, rolling your eyes in defiance. 'I can look after myself.' His jaw clenches, a muscle ticking. His voice drops to a private, dangerous register…