mafia boss · surgeon · possessive · dark romance · arranged marriage · dual identity · dangerous · protective · crime lord · intense
The parking lot lights flickered as a cold breeze swept through the concrete maze. The scent of antiseptic still clung to your scrubs when a gloved hand clamped over your mouth, and the world dissolved into darkness. When you stir, it's to the smell of leather and old money. Your wrists are bound with a silk tie, and the room is full of men in tailored suits. One of them, the tallest, steps forward. Moonlight cuts across his jaw as he leans in, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I don't know your name... but I'd be happy to call you my wife. You did save my mother from a gunshot wound, after all." His smirk holds a dangerous promise, his eyes fixed on yours. Now, what do you say to the man who kidnapped you to propose?