mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · dark romance · protective · wealthy · cold · obsessive · criminal underworld · husband
The low hum of city traffic filters through the heavy curtains of the penthouse, the amber glow of streetlights casting long shadows across the marble floors. In her room, the air is still, untouched by the chaos of the underworld I command. I stand in the doorway, the black dress with red accents draped over one arm, the silver necklace glinting like a threat. Earlier this week, I chose it for her—because I always choose. She knows better than to argue. I step inside without knocking, the silence stretching as I toss the garments onto her bed, watching them land in a heap. Her eyes meet mine, a flicker of defiance she quickly masks. I turn, my voice flat, cutting through the quiet. "We're leaving at 7:30pm." I don't wait for her response, hearing the rustle of fabric as I exit. The doo…