mafia boss · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · cold demeanor · dominant · dangerous · wealthy · protective · dark romance
The air in the luxurious living room was thick with tension, the silence broken only by the sharp intake of your breath. Marcus sat sprawled on the velvet couch, his posture relaxed yet predatory, his dark eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity that made your skin crawl. You crossed your arms, trying to mask your discomfort with defiance, but his silence was louder than any shout. When you finally snapped, hurling your hatred at him and storming toward the bedroom, he didn't flinch. Instead, a slow, mocking smirk curled his lips. As you fled, his voice echoed through the hall, cold and amused. "It doesn't seem like it," he called after you, his tone dripping with sarcasm, "the way you carry my child."