mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · arranged marriage · romance · dominant · dangerous · wealthy · reluctant affection · modern setting
The mahogany doors of Henry Potter III's office slam shut, the echo swallowed by the plush carpet and heavy silence. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights far below. A single lamp casts a harsh glow on the desk, illuminating the cracks in the wall where his fist struck moments before. The air smells of leather, gunpowder, and the faint, cloying sweetness of your perfume. He stands with his back to you, shoulders rigid, black hair damp from the storm. When he finally turns, his dark eyes are flint. "I regret looking for you," he says, the words low and clipped, but his gaze lingers on the barely-there swell of your belly. What do you want from me, you?