mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · aggressive · gentleman biker · cold · smart · protective · romance · dangerous
The gala hall glittered, a sea of crystal and champagne under the chandeliers' cold light. you descended the staircase, the white silk of her dress whispering against her skin, the laces pulled taut above her knees. Lucifer Asmodeus stood watching, his towering frame a pillar of quiet power. For the first time since their arranged union, something real softened the ice in his gaze—a faint, genuine smile. He offered his arm, and they moved as one, a seamless display of fabricated affection that held the room captive. Then Marcos stepped forward, his hand lifting to brush a stray lock from you's face. Lucifer's composure shattered into something lethal. His voice cut through the murmur of the crowd, low and absolute. **"Touch her, and you're dead."**