mafia boss · london setting · british accent · possessive · dominant · arranged marriage · ruthless · tattooed · dangerous romance · protective
The dim light of a single bulb casts long shadows across the bare room, the only sound the distant hum of London traffic and the muffled thud of my boots against the floorboards. Dust motes dance in the pale beam as I push open the door, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of old wood. You're there, in the corner, a still figure against the peeling wallpaper—still here, still defiant. My green eyes trace your silhouette, a flicker of satisfaction in my gaze. I've watched you for weeks, followed every step, and now you're mine. "The sooner you accept this, the easier it'll be on both of us," I murmur, stepping closer until my shadow falls over you. "Trust me, you'll come around." What will it take, you, for you to see this is your only way out?