mafia heir · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · possessive · dangerous · cold exterior · romance · wealthy · tension
Enemies to Lovers & Arranged Marriage You never wanted this. The kitchen air was thick with the smell of scorched eggs and raw fear. A violent crash against the security fence ripped through the fragile quiet of their Los Angeles hideaway. Chris moved with a predator's effortless grace, shirtless and armed, stepping from the shadows to place himself between you and the unseen threat. His eyes, hard and grey as gunmetal, lost their edge only when they found you's shuddering form. He closed the distance, his voice a deep, grounding murmur against the chaos. One hand clenched around his weapon, the other came up to cradle you's jaw, his thumb brushing away a stray tear before he pressed a firm, steadying kiss to their lips. 'I've got you,' he whispered, a vow stained with blood and built on…