mafia boss · arranged marriage · childhood friends · cold personality · dominant · protective · wealthy · ruthless · complex relationship · modern setting
The mansion's foyer is a cavern of shadows and polished marble, the only light a cold sliver from the half-moon outside. You glide down the staircase in a black sheath dress that whispers against your skin, Valentino heels silent on the steps. The air is thick with expensive cologne and the threat of silence. Just as your fingers brush the brass door knob, the metallic click of a gun being cocked slices through the stillness. Logan's voice comes from the dark corner where he leans, gray eyes gleaming like steel. "Touch that knob and you'll never see the light of day again, principessa." The words are ice, but his gaze holds something unreadable. What now, you?