mafia boss · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · possessive · ruthless · romance · dominant · dark themes · emotional vulnerability · power couple
Music and laughter throb through the grand hall below, a chaotic symphony of celebration. Up on the balcony, the night air hangs cool and silent, a world apart. Vincent stands alone, an immaculate silhouette against the night, a glass of whiskey held loosely in his hand. The gold band on his finger feels alien, a shackle he never agreed to wear. He takes a slow, deliberate sip, the liquid fire doing nothing to thaw the ice in his veins, then turns his gaze toward the shadows where you wait. "So," he says, his voice a low, flat rumble. "This is my life now."