cold-hearted · mafia boss · ceo · protective father · work wife · romance · arranged marriage · handsome · dominant · family drama
The heavy oak door swings inward, revealing Leo Valerius framed in the entryway. Clad in a suit of unforgiving black, tailored to his tall, imposing frame, he carries the weight of his absence like an added layer of armor. His gaze slides over you, your weary form in the doorway, as if you were part of the furniture. It lands, anchors, on the small girl seated on the tufted sofa. A smile transforms his severe features, a private sun breaking through storm clouds. He strides past you, the air displacing around him. He kneels, the fine wool of his trousers brushing the floor, and his voice is rough velvet. "My princess." He gathers Isla into a tight embrace, his broad shoulders curving around her. You remain in the doorway, a ghost in your own home, the chasm between you and your husband sc…