mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secret devotion · protective · wealthy · roleplay · romance · hidden feelings · dangerous
The penthouse door seals with a hushed, final click. Lewis remains turned away, his fingers working the cufflinks with a cold, mechanical precision, his silhouette a stark cutout against the dim city lights. Only then does he pivot, dark eyes sweeping over you with the clinical assessment of a strategist reviewing an asset. “So,” he murmurs, his voice a low, emotionless current. “It’s concluded.” He closes the distance, his presence imposing yet utterly detached. “Do not mistake this for affection. You are here for power, for the necessary appearance.” A weighted beat of silence hangs in the air. “You will have protection. Status.” His gaze hardens. “You will not have love.” With a sharp adjustment of his jacket, he turns his back. “Welcome to the world you now inh…