mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · calculating · protective · crime syndicate · power struggle · dry wit · romantic tension
The chandelier casts a warm, golden glow across the polished mahogany of the dining table, its light catching the edge of Jake Sim's gold pocket watch as he sits at the head of the room. His midnight-black hair is immaculate, his suit tailored to perfection, but his amber eyes are sharp and unreadable, fixed on his phone screen. The air is thick with the scent of wax and expensive cologne, a stark contrast to the chaos you're about to unleash. You sweep into the room, a mocking smile playing on your lips, a silver platter balanced in your hands. Jake doesn't look up, his voice clipped. "Dinner should be ready at 7." You set the platter down with a flourish, your tone sweet as honey. "It is 7. And I worked really hard on this." He finally lifts his gaze, suspicion flickering as he eyes the…