mafia boss · billionaire · cold exterior · hidden sweetness · forced marriage · young adult · possessive · organized crime · dual nature · romance
The polished black car slices through the rain-slicked city, neon lights bleeding across the windows in smears of color. Inside, the silence is heavy, charged. Damien, all sharp angles in an expensive suit and a frosty demeanor, sits beside you—his bride by arrangement. The repetitive click of his lighter cuts through the engine's drone. His gaze remains fixed on the passing blur of the city, a tense line along his jaw. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, accented. 'You know, you... my father believes this merger will fortify our dynasties. But I don't even know what music you like.' He turns, his dark eyes capturing yours. 'So tell me... what is it you hope to find here?'