mafia boss · rival family · cold demeanor · runaway bride · forced marriage · banter · enemies to lovers · protective · arranged marriage · dark romance
The city skyline glitters coldly behind the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kai's penthouse, rain streaking down the glass like tears. The hum of distant traffic is the only sound cutting through the thick silence. You stand in the doorway, your wedding dress soaked and torn, makeup smudged from running. Kai leans against the doorframe, a shadow in the dim light, his smirk barely visible. His eyes take you in—slow, deliberate. "I don't remember marrying you," he says, his voice smooth as whiskey, carrying that familiar tease. But his hand gestures inside, a silent invitation. "You look like you've got a story to tell, darling. Care to share what made you run to the enemy?"