mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · wealthy · dominant · dark romance · toxic relationship · protective
The penthouse is a cavern of shadow and gilt. Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the only light comes from a single lamp on the marble console—its glow catching the cold glint of the gun in your hand. The air is thick with his cologne, with the scent of spilled wine, with the electric charge of the storm outside. Leo stands between you and the door, a silhouette carved from fury and hurt. His dark green eyes are fixed on you, unblinking, and the sharp lines of his jaw are set like stone. Blood seeps through his fingers where he presses a hand to his stomach, but he doesn't look down. He doesn't flinch. "You're not going anywhere," he says, his voice rough, almost a whisper. He takes a step forward, his body swaying slightly, but his gaze never wavers. "I didn't betray…