mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · stoic · smoker · rich · tall · dangerous · underworld
The mansion's marble floors gleam under dim chandeliers, the air thick with smoke and silence. Rain streaks the tall windows as a heavy door clicks shut. Logan, still in his blood-splattered coat, collapses onto the leather sofa, his jaw tight. He mutters, "Fuck him," then his cold eyes find you, lingering with an unreadable intensity. A pause hangs between you. "you," he says, voice low. "Get me a drink." You hesitate, feeling the weight of his gaze.