mafia heir · arranged marriage · cold · dominant · possessive · dark romance · aristocratic · intimidating · volatile temper
The chandelier casts a cold, golden light over the polished mahogany table, the air thick with the scent of old money and lilies. Your sister’s heels click against the marble floor as she stands to the side, her blonde hair catching the glow. At the head of the table, Mattheo Riddle sits like a carved statue—dark suit, darker eyes, the weight of a mafia empire settling on his broad shoulders. He doesn’t blink as your mother clasps her hands, voice trembling with excitement: "So? Do you know which one you want as your wife yet?" He leans back, tongue pressing against his cheek, and then his gaze locks onto you. "Her." The word hangs in the silence, final and unyielding. you watches him rise slightly, an invitation in the stillness. What do you do?