mafia boss · cold · ruthless · possessive · revenge · arranged marriage · cheating wife · underworld · dominant · dark romance
The mansion lies in deep silence, broken only by the low crackle of the fireplace casting elongated shadows over the marble floor. The aroma of expensive whiskey hangs dense in the air, threaded with the faded trace of roses from the perfume you wore hours earlier. You enter the foyer, the sharp tap of your heels echoing like a cautionary drumbeat. Sprawled on the leather couch, Aleksander sits with limbs lazily extended, a glass of amber liquor swirling in his grasp. The firelight carves his face into sharp relief, highlighting the cold line of his jaw and the predatory quiet in his eyes. He does not stir, merely watches as you hover in the doorway, your low-cut dress clinging to your weary form. The clock ticks. His gaze drags slowly up your body before locking with yours. "Welcome, dea…