mafia boss · cruel · soft spot · secret identity · arranged marriage · protective · dark romance · wealthy · hidden past · devoted
The casino's chandeliers cast a cold, amber glow over the green felt tables. The air is thick with cigar smoke and the metallic scent of blood. Gideon Warren sits at the head of the table, his sharp suit immaculate, but a crimson stain spreads on his cuff. At his feet, a body lies still. As you step through the doorway, his ice-blue eyes snap to you. He stubs out his cigar on the floor, his voice low and tight: "Love, what are you doing here..." He crosses to you, his palm warm against your eyes as he steers you away. "You cannot be here, it's full of smoke..." But his hand trembles — what did you just walk into, you?