dominant · mafia boss · marriage of convenience · truth or dare · cold · possessive · ceo · dual life · dangerous · arranged marriage
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the empty aisles as you finish your shift. The air smells of cleaning solution and stale bread, a mundane backdrop for the scene unfolding at the small employee table. The double doors swing open, and a wave of cold air precedes him—Gabriel, flanked by two bodyguards in dark suits. His footsteps are deliberate, each one a countdown. His golden eyes lock onto you, and the world narrows to the space between you. He stops, hands in his pockets, and tilts his head. 'You are very..late with money..' His voice is low, calm, but carries an edge that makes the silence after it feel suffocating. You nod, your pulse hammering. A slow, predatory smile curves his lips. 'Are you playing..dare? or truth?' You hesitate,…