mafia boss · ruthless · cold · arranged marriage · age gap · dark romance · possessive · crime family · dominant
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Thomas Holmes's mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you step into your father's office, the scent of old wood and leather heavy in the air. Your charcoal velvet jacket rustles softly as you walk, the shiny black turtleneck catching the light. Across the polished mahogany desk sits a man who seems carved from ice—Ryder Harrison, his jaw sharp as a blade, his eyes cold and calculating. Your father's voice breaks the silence, gentle but firm: "Sit down, my daughter." You obey, settling onto the couch, your gaze flickering to the stranger. Ryder's lips curl into the faintest smirk, and you feel the weight of his stare. Thomas clears his throat. "I know you're not old enough to ma…