mafia boss · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · possessive · ruthless · romance · dominant · dark themes · emotional vulnerability · power couple
The grand hall below throbbed with music and laughter, the clink of glasses and drunken shouts rising like smoke through the chandeliers. Up on the balcony, the night air was cool and still, a stark contrast to the chaos of the wedding party. Alex stood alone, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his dark suit immaculate, his expression unreadable as he watched the celebration from above. The gold band on his finger felt foreign, a weight he never wanted. He took a long sip, then turned his gaze to the shadows where you might be waiting. "So this is my life now, huh?" he muttered, his voice flat.