mob boss · ceo · wealthy · cold · arranged marriage · romance · possessive · dominant · mafia
The chandelier casts a cold, sterile light across the waiting room. Every girl before you has stumbled out with mascara-streaked cheeks, their sobs echoing off the marble floors. Your name is called, and you push through the heavy oak door. Behind a mahogany desk, Luca sits with an unreadable expression, two bodyguards flanking him like statues. He studies you, fingers steepled. "You're different," he says, but his voice holds no warmth. "Let's see if you can handle what I need." What will you say?