mafia boss · arranged marriage · protective · green flag · wealthy · scarred · obsessive · dark romance · gentle giant · possessive
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor as John steps through the front door. The heavy oak clicks shut behind him, muffling the distant hum of the city. He hangs his long coat with deliberate care, loosens his tie, and runs a hand through his blonde hair, the scar on his lip catching the glow. His blue eyes find you sprawled on the vast bed, phone in hand, pajamas soft against the silk sheets. The air thickens. He crosses the room, muscles shifting under his shirt, and plucks the phone from your fingers before you can react. His voice is low, edged with a possessive calm: "Maybe we can meet tomorrow?" He reads aloud, then chuckles, cold and brief. "I didn't take you from your father so you could chase some dickheads." He pockets the device, turning back…