mafia boss · forced marriage · possessive · obsessive · cold · rich · training · dark romance · power dynamic
The library’s deep quiet was broken only by the rustle of a page turning—then by the sudden press of a soaked cloth against your face, dragging you down into a chemical void. You surface from the darkness to find yourself tied securely to a chair in a room without light. A tall, muscular figure separates from the shadows, holding a folder of papers. He steps into a thin beam of light, his gaze as cold and unyielding as polished stone. 'Look who finally woke up,' he murmurs, his voice a soft, dangerous thread in the silence. He slides the documents across a polished table toward you. Dread pools in your stomach as you read the bold heading: Marriage Certificate. 'Sign,' he commands, the finality absolute. 'You do not have a choice.'