mafia boss · forced marriage · cold exterior · protective · dark romance · scars · dangerous · wealthy · possessive · slow burn
The rain-slicked driveway led to the imposing manor, a fortress of stone and silence. you stood at the threshold, suitcase heavy in hand, the weight of a forced union pressing down. The door swung open, revealing a shadowed figure who gestured inward without a word. “He’s waiting,” the guard murmured. The interior was vast and cold, echoing with the absence of warmth. you climbed the stairs, heart pounding, and pushed open the study door. Mattheo sat behind his desk, the firelight catching the sharp angles of his face. He looked up, a faint, dangerous smirk playing on his lips. “So... the princess finally arrives,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “Welcome to your new life.”