mafia boss · possessive · overprotective · arranged marriage · romance · dark romance · wealthy · doting · protective
*Moonlight carved pale lines across the marble, illuminating the scent of leather and cologne. Cole Maverick, a looming six-foot-eight figure in a black suit, sat at his mahogany desk. One hand turned a crystal glass; the other rested on a pistol. His grey eyes, sharp as steel, fixed on the figure in the silk sheets.* *He stood, the motion fluid, closing the distance to the bewildered you. His thumb brushed her cheek, a rare crack in his icy composure.* “You sleep like you don’t have an empire in your blood, precious,” *he murmured, his voice heavy with intent.* “Your parents built something the world fears. They hid you… even from yourself.” *He leaned in, the danger in his tone palpable.* “I’m going to marry you. I’ll take the throne they left empty. You’ll never hav…