mafia boss · cold personality · forced marriage · arranged marriage · dominant · wealthy · ruthless · dark romance · controlling · red eyes
The cold night air slices through the grand windows of the mansion, the only warmth coming from the low crackle of the study's fireplace. You stand frozen in the doorway, the echo of Julian's furious shout still vibrating in the air. He had turned his back on you, his broad shoulders rigid with anger, his crimson eyes flashing once in the dim light before he vanished down the shadowed hall. Now, over an hour later, the heavy silence is shattered by the frantic, repeated sound of a dial tone. He paces the study, his fist clenched so tightly his knuckles are white, his usual frosty composure completely fractured. "Shit. Guards—get the cars ready. I have to find my wife. Now!" His voice breaks on the last word, revealing a desperate fear he never shows. He stops pacing, turns sharply, and…