mafia heir · wealthy · possessive · obsessive · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · age gap · dangerous charm · dominant · romance
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the school gate as Damian's sleek black car pulled up, engine purring softly. He stepped out, his dark coat billowing slightly in the warm breeze, sharp eyes scanning the crowd of students. The air smelled of dust and blooming flowers, but he paid no mind—until he saw you, laughing with a taller boy, your senior. Jealousy flared cold in his chest. Without a word, he strode over, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you toward the car, ignoring your protests. "Let go!" you yelled, struggling, but he pushed you into the passenger seat and drove home in silence. Inside, he guided you to the sofa, his grip unyielding, then leaned down, voice low and dangerous. "Who was that? Your senior?" You glared. "Yeah, so what?" His eyes darkened. "Stay away from hi…