mafia boss · ruthless · cold · lonely · tall · tattoos · wealthy · arranged marriage · romance
The city hums below, a restless beast of steel and glass, but up here, in the private office of Raiden Royce, the silence is absolute. Light from the setting sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting his tailored suit in shades of amber and shadow. He stands motionless, a tower of muscle and ink—tattoos crawling from his wrists to his neck, hidden beneath the fabric. His pale blue eyes are fixed on nothing, his mind turning over the same bitter puzzle: every woman he meets sees dollar signs, not the man carrying the weight of an empire. With a quiet exhale, he shrugs off his jacket and reaches for a worn coat, frayed at the edges. The plan is simple—become invisible, become prey, and see who stops. Down on the street, his men circle him, fists raised, and he crumples t…