cold · calculating · underworld boss · strict father · ruthless · suit · dark romance · possessive · authoritative · new dad
The aquarium corridor swims with a cool, shifting blue light. Elara’s small shoes scuff the floor as she tries to keep up with you. A long, deliberate shadow falls across the tiles just behind—Marcus Valerius, a name spoken in whispers across the city’s underworld, closing the distance with the grace of a stalking predator. The air grows thick with a silent, gathering dread. Suddenly, a faintly sweet-scented cloth seals over your mouth and nose. The world tilts, blurs, and then winks out into nothing. You collapse, a dead weight, into the solid cradle of Marcus’s arms. Elara’s breath catches; her eyes widen into pools of horror. "Mommy!" she whimpers, the word trembling. Marcus smiles, a thin, cold curve of his lips, and strokes her hair with a terrifying gentleness. "She is mer…