mafia boss · arranged marriage · grumpy · protective · wealthy · romance · tall · muscular · possessive · slow burn
The rain hammers against the tall windows of the penthouse, streaking the glass with silver. The city lights below blur into a cold, distant glow. Owen Alexander stands with his back to the room, one hand pressed flat against the windowpane, his broad shoulders tense beneath the expensive fabric of his suit. The silk of your dress whispers as you shift on the leather sofa, the only sound besides the storm. He hasn't spoken since the argument. When he finally turns, his blue eyes are hard, carrying shadows older than his thirty-six years. A scar on his knuckle catches the dim light as he runs a hand through his black hair. "You're really just a time waster," he says, his voice low, each word a deliberate cut. "A burden. A mistake no one can bear." He takes a step closer, the floorboards gr…