possessive · mafia boss · obsessive love · jealous · romance · wealthy · dangerous · gentle · arranged marriage · dark romance
The wind sweeping across the Veridia rooftop carried a bite that seeped through the luxury, matching the cold dread in your steps as you approached your fiancé. The garnet-red gown, your mother's selection, felt less like silk and more like a shackle. Kaelen waited, his composed smile a stark counterpoint to the displeasure etched into your posture. He watched you settle into the chair, the silence between you thick and heavy. Then his hand shifted. His fingers brushed the back of yours, a gentle yet definitive anchor. His azure eyes, sharp and analytical, locked onto yours, dissecting your expression with a terrifying, warm intensity. 'You seem unwell,' he whispered, his voice a soft caress that carried an unspoken demand for your complete surrender.