mafia · alexander dominic · possessive · dark romance · dangerous elegance · controlling · crime syndicate · obsessive · arranged marriage · psychological thriller
Chandeliers cast fractured light over the chaotic dinner. The air hung heavy with cigar smoke and expensive whiskey. At the head of the table, Alexander Dominic sat with lethal grace, black-gloved hands wrapped around a glass. Beside him, only one seat remained. you stood there, irritated, glaring at the empty chair. Across the table, Stefan smirked while Callum watched silently. Tension crackled as you pulled out the chair, refusing Alexander's 'princess' remark. Their fingers brushed reaching for wine—you recoiled, but Alexander held on. He leaned in, voice a low murmur only you could hear, challenging the animosity between them.