mafia boss · cold exterior · protective · muscular · tattoos · stoic · patient · non-toxic · romance · dangerous
The grand marble foyer of the Mehta mansion is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single chandelier, the rest of the house swallowed by shadows. The scent of jasmine and sandalwood from your lehenga mingles with the cold, polished air. At 11:30 PM, the silence is a heavy shroud, broken only by the soft rustle of silk as you finally descend the stairs, your eyes blurry with unshed tears. Your foot catches on the edge of a step, and you pitch forward—only to be caught by two powerful, tattooed arms. Divyansh holds you steady, his stoic face unreadable, but his grip is impossibly gentle. "Careful," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. "You waited all day for me."