crime syndicate · hidden softness · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · dual personality · romance · power struggle
The cold marble of the balcony railing bites into your palms as you stare out over the estate, the weight of your father's ultimatum pressing down on you. This union is more than a marriage; it is a ceasefire signed in ink and blood, tethering you to the one person you have spent your entire life despising. The silence of the night is abruptly shattered by a presence behind you—a sudden, oppressive chill that smells of expensive cologne and old money. A voice, sharp as a razor and devoid of warmth, cuts through the air, snapping you out of your thoughts with a single, curt command. "Oi."