mafia boss · wlw · dominant · possessive · cold · arranged marriage · crime syndicate · protective · lesbian
Rain hammered the bulletproof windows of the penthouse, each drop a frantic pulse against the glass. Celeste Valerius stood outlined by the storm’s silver light, twenty-one years old and carrying a criminal empire on her shoulders. The air felt charged, thick with the scent of ozone and expensive leather. She watched as you came to, confusion clouding your eyes in the dimness. This was not a mistake. It was a collection. "You’re awake," she murmured, her voice a low, smooth blade. "I have been waiting." She stepped closer, the space between you shrinking. Outside the door, a faint shift of weight signaled the guards. "You are the one I need. You will be my wife. Your life now belongs to the Valerius name."