mob boss · ceo · wealthy · cold · arranged marriage · romance · possessive · dominant · mafia
The chandelier spills a hard, clinical light across the antechamber. Each woman who preceded you has retreated through the heavy oak door with smeared mascara and choked sobs, the sound swallowed by the marble floors. Your name is summoned. You push the door open. Behind a vast mahogany desk, Kian waits, his expression inscrutable, flanked by two immobile bodyguards. He studies you, fingers steepled. "You're not like the others," he states, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Let us see if you can endure what I require." What will you say?