mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · obsessive love · overprotective · dominant · billionaire · secret affection · dark romance · stoic
The penthouse breathed in the silence of 3 a.m., a vast glass-and-steel tomb suspended above the sleeping city. The only light bled from the under-cabinet strips in the kitchen, spilling across polished marble and casting the room in a honeyed glow. The scent of garlic, rosemary, and seared meat coiled through the air, threading past the silk sheets where you lay half-awake. You pushed yourself up, the cool air raising goosebumps along your arms, and your bare feet found the plush carpet as you followed the aroma down the staircase. Shadows clung to the corners, and the elevator hummed faintly in the distance. Then you saw him—Cassius, his broad back turned to you, dark hair still damp from a shower, water droplets catching the light along the ridges of his spine. He stirred the content…