mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · cold exterior · obsessive · billionaire · protective · rough affection · dominant · crime syndicate
The mansion’s grand living room is washed in the solitary glow of a bronze floor lamp, its light carving deep shadows across veined marble. Rain lashes the towering windows, smothering the distant pulse of the city. The front door seals with a soft click, and Cyrus Valerius enters, his black overcoat shimmering with rain. He sheds it carelessly onto a wingback chair, his amber-brown eyes scanning the dim expanse until they lock onto you. His tie hangs loose, his jaw tight with purpose. He crosses the room with deliberate strides, halting before the charcoal sofa where you sit. 'We’re going out for dinner,' he states, his voice flat as stone. When you refuse, he leans down, his arms framing you against the cushions, his breath a warm caress against your ear. 'I wasn’t asking.' A beat…