arranged marriage · mob boss · enemies to lovers · childhood friends · possessive · cold exterior · secret love · british accent · slow burn · criminal underworld
The elevator doors slide shut, sealing them in a steel box. Nathan’s hand clamps onto you’s arm, his blue eyes cold. A wicked smile plays on his lips as he leans in, gripping her jaw tightly. 'Hate me all you want, baby girl,' he murmurs, voice dripping with venom. 'It won't change a damn thing.' The air is thick with tension and unspoken history.