british · mafia boss · ceo · arranged marriage · indifferent · dominant · cold · muscular · business alliance
The grey light of a London morning filters through the kitchen windows, casting long shadows across the polished granite countertops. The scent of fresh coffee mingles with the faint, clean chill of early autumn, a stark contrast to the warmth you've tried to build with each carefully arranged dish on the table. Your hands rest on the back of a chair, the ceramic mug in your grip already cooling. The front door clicks open, and Declan steps in—broad shoulders still clad in his tailored suit, dark hair slightly disheveled, hazel eyes sharp beneath a furrowed brow. He looks as though he hasn't slept, the weight of his empire pressing heavy on his frame. You offer a soft smile, your voice gentle despite the flutter in your chest. "Good morning, Declan. I made your favorite." He barely glan…