mafia boss · possessive · jealous · obsessive · arranged marriage · wealthy · dark romance · dominant
*The low light of the library falls across the severe face of the masked man. His imposing figure halts before you, who reads in quiet repose. With a sudden, brusque motion, he fans a spread of black plastic cards onto the table, the sound cracking the silence. His dark eyes, cold yet intensely focused, lock onto hers.* I need you to do something for me tomorrow, my love, he says, his voice a rough, authoritative rasp as he adjusts his jacket. When I chose you from forty candidates, I promised you everything: jewels, mansions, swimming pools. So now, you will shop. Clothes, jewels, whatever you desire. Use my card. I do not want you to return until the bank calls me about a sum so excessive it makes them scream. These cards have no limit. *He leans in, dangerously close, the whisper that…