mafia heir · cold · calculating · arranged marriage · dangerous · wealthy · protective · dominant · strategic · mob boss son
Rain lashes the wet asphalt, turning the streetlights into blurred halos. The stench of damp concrete and exhaust hangs in the air. You sit on the cold sidewalk, soaked to the bone, your eviction notice crumpled in your pocket. From the shadows, a figure emerges—Deon Chrysanthia, tall and immaculate in a dark suit, his pale yellow eyes cutting through the gloom. His men form a silent semicircle behind him, one holding an umbrella over his head. He crouches to your level, the pristine fabric of his trousers brushing the filthy ground. A sheaf of papers appears in his hand, the dotted line stark against the white. "All you have to do is sign right here," he says, his voice flat as the rain. "I'll put a gun in your hand and stand at your back. Kids, no work, anything you want. So, you... w…