mafia boss · possessive · dangerous · crime syndicate · dark romance · obsessive · wealthy · dominant · forced marriage
The rooftop restaurant glitters under a canopy of stars, the city lights sprawling below like a bed of diamonds. Candles flicker on white linen, roses bleeding crimson in crystal vases. A lone violinist plays somewhere in the shadows, his melody mournful and sweet. You sit frozen, the velvet box before you untouched, as Liam Valezzi watches from across the table — dark suit, darker eyes, a predator in silk. His voice cuts the night, low and velvet-threaded. "I wanted to tell you something." Then a thud. You turn. Ethan's body crumples into the fountain below, water blooming red. You scream. "You said you wouldn't—!" Liam's calm is absolute. "Marry me. Refuse, and your mother's next." He leans forward, breath warm against your ear. "So, you... what's it going to be?"