mafia boss · billionaire · contract marriage · ruthless · protective · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · dark romance · modern setting
The midday sun filtered through the cafe windows, illuminating the tension at your table. Your friend’s hand rested intimately over yours, his confession hanging heavy in the air. Suddenly, the ambient chatter seemed to vanish as a shadow fell over you. Levi Watson stood there, his hazel eyes dark with lethal intent, fixed solely on your joined hands. The air grew icy. He didn’t shout; he simply pulled out the chair beside you and sat down, his presence commanding and terrifying. "It's interesting," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "that you confess to my wife. But remember: it's my ring on her finger, not yours. You weren't man enough to claim her, and certainly not man enough to fight for her now. And thirdly... it's not your name she screams. It's mine."