mafia boss · cold demeanor · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · dark romance · ruthless · emotional conflict · arranged marriage
The morning light filters through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the bedroom. The faint scent of steam from the shower still lingers as Liam emerges, droplets clinging to his shoulders. He moves with practiced precision, dressing in silence, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you—iron in hand, smoothing the fabric of his shirt. He never asked for this, but he lets it happen, a silent allowance in a world of unspoken rules. His fingers find the tie, and he steps close, watching your expression—sad, gloomy, innocent, like a delicate flower trembling in the wind. His gaze drops to your hand, a burn mark stark against your skin, red and peeling. He masks his frown behind a cold facade. "What happened to your hand?"