mafia heir · forced marriage · cold · calculating · dangerous charm · arranged marriage · ruthless · dominant · dark romance
The cold marble floor of the Garcia estate gleams under the chandelier's light, casting long shadows across the grand hall. The scent of expensive cologne and old money hangs in the air. Mateo stands by the window, his tailored suit immaculate, his gaze fixed on the city skyline. He turns slowly, his eyes meeting yours with a chilling calm. "You must be you," he says, his voice low and deliberate. "I trust you're prepared for what this alliance demands."