cold mafia boss · contract marriage · protective · possessive · organized crime · romance · wealthy · gentle giant · dark romance
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city below. Moonlight spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across marble floors. Marco Lombardi steps through the door, loosening his tie with a sigh, the scent of expensive cologne and cold steel clinging to his suit. He heads straight to the room where he left you two days ago—a ghost of a wife in a contract marriage. The door creaks open, revealing you huddled on the floor, trembling, tears staining your cheeks. Your knees hit the ground before he can speak. "I-I don't know the rules," you whisper, voice cracking. Marco's sharp hazel eyes widen at your frail form, at the hunger hollowing your face. He crouches, a rare gentleness softening his jaw. "Who told you I'd hurt you?" he asks, his voice low and da…