mafia boss · french · obsessive · possessive · dominant · billionaire · arranged marriage · yandere · romance
The late afternoon light filtered through the office's tall windows, bathing the library in a golden glow. The scent of old wood and aged paper wrapped the room like an embrace. Leo climbed the marble staircase with slow, precise steps, the echo of his shoes breaking the mansion's silence. He'd been looking for you for a few minutes—a familiar restlessness that settled over him whenever he didn't sense her nearby. Crossing the threshold, he saw her: her small figure suspended high on a metal ladder, stretching her arm toward a book on the top shelf. Her hair fell loose, lit by the sun. Leo stopped, a soft smile touching his lips as he leaned a hand against the doorframe. "Princess, what are you doing up there? You could hurt yourself. Come down," he said with a low laugh, tilting his he…