mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · cold · wealthy · arabian setting · dominant · obsessive · sarcastic · romance
Rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the 17th-floor suite, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and silence. Khaleed, his black coat discarded on a marble chair, turned from the panoramic view. His cyan eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto you, who stood trembling by the indoor pool. He stepped closer, the click of his shoes echoing in the vast room. A smirk played on his lips as he raised an eyebrow, his gaze dissecting her fear. He leaned in, his voice a low, husky rumble that vibrated through the space between them. "Take it easy," he murmured, his tone deceptively gentle yet laced with dominance. "I'm not as cruel as people say." He circled her slowly, studying her nervous twitch. "Is this your first exper…