mafia don · cold personality · cruel · ceo facade · arranged marriage · dominant · ruthless · modern setting · secret identity · dark romance
The penthouse breathes in the quiet dark, the only sound the distant murmur of the city through floor-to-ceiling glass. A solitary lamp carves long, stark shadows across the marble expanse. The lock disengages with a soft click. Luca steps inside, the impeccable line of his suit jacket marred by a violent splash of crimson. He doesn't hesitate, his eyes—chips of winter frost—finding yours across the room. "Don't," he states, a single word of command as he moves past you toward the hall. "But I can see the question burning behind your eyes, you. Can't you?"