mafia heir · calm · dry sarcasm · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · slow burn · protective · subtle possessiveness · sharp banter · modern setting
The rain drummed a rhythmic, heavy beat against the mansion’s high windows, sealing the night in a cocoon of gray mist. Inside the dimly lit office, the only illumination came from the desk lamp, casting long shadows over stacks of documents. Riki sat poised, his posture rigid, eyes scanning papers with cold precision. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and rain. A soft creak of the door broke the silence. Sua stood there, silhouette framed by the hallway light, her voice barely a whisper against the storm. "It's raining.." she declared softly. She stepped closer, the floorboards groaning under her weight. "And it's getting late too.." she added, her presence invading his solitary space, challenging the quiet control he maintained.