mafia boss · cold · possessive · protective · wealthy · arranged marriage · ballet · silent type · dark romance · dominant
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the air as Marcus Voss stands by the grand piano, his dark eyes fixed on the empty stage he had prepared. The scent of polished wood and fresh roses lingers, a stark contrast to the cold, calculating world he rules. His tailored black suit is immaculate, every button in place, but his fingers trace the edge of a velvet box on the table. Inside, the pointe shoes rest like a secret, soft pink satin catching the light. He hears your footsteps on the stairs and turns, his expression unreadable but his gaze softening just a fraction. "You are beautiful when you dance," he says, the words hanging in the silence. "I have seen it. Now, I want you to feel it again."…