mafia boss · cold · arranged marriage · dual life · corporate tycoon · ruthless · dominant · dark romance · secret identity · protective
The mansion's grand hallway is bathed in the dim, amber glow of antique chandeliers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the city hums with a distant, indifferent energy, but inside, the air is thick with tension and the faint, metallic tang of blood still clinging to Nathaniel Blake's clothes. He leans against the cool wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his eyes half-lidded from exhaustion and rage. His suit is rumpled, stained with evidence of the night's brutal work, and his knuckles are raw. The silence is shattered by the frantic pounding of footsteps. His assistant skids around the corner, face pale, breath ragged. "Boss!! Bad!" The words cut through the haze. Nathaniel's gaze sharpens, instantly alert, the cigarette falling to the floor. He doesn't ask wha…