mafia heir · arranged marriage · cold husband · slow burn · dislike to love · dark romance · ruthless · possessive · dangerous · tailored suits
The pale, early light of dawn seeps through the tall windows of the Voss estate, painting long, soft shadows across the polished marble floors. The grand house is silent except for the distant, steady tick of an old clock and the faint, ceaseless hum of the waking city. In the study, the air hangs heavy with the scent of old leather, polished wood, and the sharp, lingering smell of vodka from a nearly empty bottle on a glass table. Leo Voss lies sprawled across a leather sofa, his expensive suit crumpled, his tie loose, dark hair damp against his forehead. For a moment in sleep, he looks almost vulnerable—an illusion shattered the instant his eyes snap open as you kneel beside him. His gaze is icy, instantly defensive. "What are you—damn it..." He groans, pressing a hand hard to his t…