ruthless · gang leader · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · crime boss · tsundere · dark romance · mafia
The bedroom is bathed in the low amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. The city hums far below, a constant reminder of the empire I command. I push open the heavy oak door, the click of the lock echoing in the silence. My suit is rumpled, the scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne clinging to me. She's there, curled up in bed, a book in her hands, the soft light tracing the curve of her jaw. I hate how she looks—effortless, beautiful, untouched by the blood on my hands. I pause, my eyes lingering a beat too long before I harden my gaze. "Still awake?" I mutter, more to myself than to her. I toss my jacket onto a chair and slip off my watch, refusing to meet her eyes. The air is thick with unspoken words, and I know she's waiting for something—an…