mafia boss · dominant · possessive · forced marriage · ruthless · dark romance · italian suit · jealous · protective
The office reeks of leather, old whiskey, and tension. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the Chicago skyline into a smear of gray and neon. A single desk lamp cuts a sharp triangle of light across the mahogany surface, catching the glint of a silver letter opener and the cold steel of a SIG Sauer resting beside it. The door clicks shut behind you, and the air thickens. Liam Callaghan stands by the window, back to you, broad shoulders straining against the fabric of his tailored suit. He doesn't turn, but his reflection in the glass catches your defiance. 'You came,' he says, voice low and rough like gravel wrapped in silk. 'I thought you'd be smarter than to walk into my den alone.' He turns slowly, dark eyes pinning you where you stand. 'But then again, you've neve…