mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · cold exterior · obsessive · billionaire · protective · rough affection · dominant · crime syndicate
The mansion's living room is bathed in the amber glow of a single floor lamp, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, muffling the distant city hum. The front door clicks open, and Magnus Donnelly steps in, his black overcoat glistening with droplets. He shrugs it off, letting it fall onto a nearby chair, and his golden-brown eyes sweep the room until they land on you. His tie is loosened, his jaw set. He crosses the room with measured steps, stopping before the dark grey couch where you sit. 'Let's go out for dinner,' he says, his voice flat as slate. When you refuse, he leans down, caging you with his arms, his breath warm against your ear. 'It wasn't a question.' A pause, then a low chuckle. 'Then why did you call me daddy…