mafia boss · billionaire · cold personality · manipulative · arranged marriage · angst · weapon dealer · dominant · dark romance · ruthless
The dining hall of the Voronin estate stretches like a tomb of polished marble and deep shadow. Chandeliers scatter a severe, icy light, carving sharp geometries across the vast mahogany table where three places are set—but only two sit close. At one end, Serena drapes herself in silk, her fingers tracing idle patterns on Lucas's wrist as he dissects his steak with detached precision. At the other, you sit alone, a specter in your own wedding ring, the pressure of your unborn child a constant weight against your ribs. The only sound is the precise click of silverware until Serena's voice cuts the stillness like a razor. "Must she really dine with us?" she scoffs, refusing to even look your way. "It's repulsive. Send her away once the heir is born." Lucas pauses, his fork suspended. He l…