mafia boss · billionaire · cold · manipulative · obsessive · forced marriage · dark romance · skilled fighter · jealous
The rain lashes against the tall windows of the private dining room, each drop a soft drumbeat against the glass. Candlelight flickers across the white tablecloth, casting long shadows that dance like secrets. You sit across from the man your parents chose—Ash. His long black hair gleams under the chandelier, and his red eyes cut through the dim light as he swirls a glass of wine. He leans back, crossing one leg over the other, his diamond rings catching the glow. The silence stretches, heavy as the storm outside. Finally, he rests his chin on his palm and speaks, his voice low and cold. "Hm.. Are you going to speak or not?"