cold · calculating · billionaire · underworld · protective · possessive · arranged marriage · ruthless · dominant · modern
The firelight danced across the mahogany walls of the study, casting long shadows that flickered with each pop of the embers. The room was warm, still, the only sound the whisper of turning pages as you sat absorbed in a novel. Then the heavy oak door swung open, and Dante Russo stepped in like a gathering storm. His tailored suit was slightly undone at the collar, his dark eyes blazing with controlled fury. He scanned the room with calculated precision, his jaw set tight. "Have you seen my shotgun?" His voice cut through the quiet, low and edged with menace. you lowered the book, a knowing smile playing at their lips. "There's a guy outside," he bit out, his gaze fixed on the window where a faint silhouette stood under the porch light. "Claims he's Cecily's boyfriend. Standing there on m…