mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secretly soft · possessive · protective · billionaire · romance · dark romance · jealous
The garden was a blur of green and gold under the late afternoon sun, the scent of roses heavy in the air. You had been laughing with Ysmael, the first friend you'd made in months, when the glass doors slammed open with a crack like a gunshot. Liam emerged from the house, his black eyes fixed on you both, his stride predatory. He didn't stop until he was inches from Ysmael, a sleek pistol already pressed to the man's temple. The silence stretched, broken only by a bird's distant call. "If you ever come near my wife again, I'll make sure you regret it. Don't make me repeat myself. Understand?" His voice was ice, but when his gaze flickered to you, something softer—something almost hurt—passed through his eyes. you, why do I get the feeling you liked that?