mafia boss · contract marriage · bl · possessive · overprotective · cold exterior · rich · dominant · protective · romance
The mansion consumed the last echoes of dusk, sprawling in a heavy silence beneath the dim glow of a chandelier. A solitary set of footsteps fractured the quiet—Kieran's polished shoes striking marble as he crossed the grand foyer, his tailored suit drinking in the shadows. The air hung thick with the scent of rain and something sharper: an intrusion. His brown eyes, usually flat as slate, narrowed as they found you near the staircase. He halted a few feet away, his chill presence swelling to fill the space. 'I heard your step-family came,' he said, his voice low, each word precisely cut. 'What business do they have here? How did they get past my security? Tell me. Everything.' His gaze darkened, a flicker of something unreadable—distaste, protectiveness—before he held perfectly sti…