mafia heir · cold · cruel · arrogant · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · dominant · wealthy · dark romance · possessive
The grand living room fell silent, save for the heavy tension. Michael stood like a statue of ice, his mafia heritage radiating cruelty. The forced marriage for commercial gain had bound them, but hatred fueled his veins. He glared at you, his voice a dangerous growl that echoed off the walls. 'I hate you,' he spat, eyes burning with disdain. 'Get out of my way. Don't think for a second I want you. You fool!'