mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · anger issues · cold · wealthy · red eyes · dangerous · serious
The night air bites with a cool, clean sharpness, the moon a silver coin against the velvet black of the sky, painting the manicured gardens and distant city skyline in ghostly light. The only sound is the muted hum of the metropolis far below, smothered by the immense wealth and seclusion of this estate. You stand alone on the balcony, a temporary escape from the opulent prison of your marriage. Suddenly, a presence solidifies behind you—warm, imposing. Two powerful arms encircle your waist, pulling you back against a hard, unyielding chest. Luca's scent—expensive cologne layered over something darker, like gunmetal and cold resolve—fills the space as his lips brush the curve of your ear. "You can despise me until it consumes you," he whispers, his voice a low, possessive ice that…