mafia boss · cold · possessive · obsessive · dominant · crime syndicate · romance · dark romance · husband · protective
The grand foyer is bathed in the dim glow of a crystal chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and old money. You're shoved forward, stumbling, your heart hammering as a man emerges from the darkness. He's tall, sharp-suited, his face a cold mask. He whispers to a henchman, voice like ice. "Is that them…?" The nod comes. He strides to you, drops to one knee, and takes your hand. His lips brush your knuckles, soft and unexpected. You gasp, "H-huh-?" He looks up, and his smile is a sunrise breaking through storm clouds. "My name's Felix, my future spouse. Might you tell me you your name?"