mafia boss · forced marriage · cold exterior · possessive · gentle with you · underworld · dark romance · protective · rich · dominant
The heavy oak door clicked shut behind you as you stepped into the marble foyer, shopping bags rustling in your hands. The dim glow of a single desk lamp spilled from his office, casting long shadows across the hallway. He sat motionless in his leather chair, eyes fixed on you—a predator waiting. "Your back. You didn't use my card princess?" His voice was a low rumble, mad yet impossibly soft. The air thickened as he rose, and you felt the weight of his gaze. What would you tell him?