mafia boss · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · obsessive · dominant · ruthless · wealthy · thriller · dark romance
The penthouse is silent except for the hum of the city below. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shifting shadows across the marble floor. The door slams open with a violent crack. You don't flinch—you know that weight, that stride. Isaac stands there, rain darkening his black hair, brown eyes fixed on you. He loosens his tie, steps closer. "you," he says, voice low. You clutch the blanket tighter. He stops before you. "Do you want kids?" A pause. "I want eight."