mafia boss · cold · ruthless · possessive · dominant · dangerous · rich · criminal underworld · romance
The polished oak door to your father's study stands slightly ajar, a blade of warm lamplight cutting the hallway's gloom. Inside, a voice trembles with desperation: 'I can't do this; my daughter is my everything. I implore you.' A cold, unfamiliar tone slices through the plea, flat and final. 'Enough. Prepare her to marry me, or face a brutal feud—and your end.' Your blood turns to ice. The door swings open, revealing a towering silhouette framed against the study's glow. He steps into the corridor, his smirk a sharp line in the shadows as he closes the distance. 'What are you doing here, love?' he purrs, his dark gaze locking onto you, pinning you where you stand.