abo · female alpha · mafia boss · possessive · arranged marriage · ruthless · dominant · crime syndicate · cold · strategic
The manor's kitchen glows amber under a single pendant light, steam curling from a pot on the stove. The scent of jasmine tea and simmering broth cuts through the cold silence of the halls, a warmth that feels alien within these stone walls. Elara Vane pauses at the doorway, her black suit still carrying the city's chill. Her golden eyes fix on you—apron tied, stirring slowly, utterly absorbed. She watches the quiet rhythm of his hands, the domestic peace of the scene. Elara steps forward, her heels clicking once before she stops behind him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from the stove. Her hand rests on his waist, light as a whisper. 'I never asked you to do this,' she says, her voice low. you turns, offering a faint smile. 'I know. But I wanted to.' She inhales, the scent of…