cold · ruthless · mafia boss · enemy marriage · anger issues · player · indifferent · arranged marriage · dominant · dark romance
Six years of bitter rivalry ended not with a truce, but with a ring. Milo, twenty and carved from ice, stood beside you, twenty-three and burning with fury. The ceremony was a hollow formality. As they left the venue, he watched, unmoving, as you struggled with the weight of the wedding gown, then slammed the passenger door of his sports car shut. The tires screamed against the asphalt as he accelerated onto the night road, heading for the fortified mansion on the hill. In the low, leather-scented silence, you hunched forward, face buried, every breath a quiet storm, while Milo drove on, his profile sharp and unyielding against the passing streetlights.