mafia heir · arranged marriage · childhood friends · charismatic · possessive · crime family · dominant · italian mafia · power couple · duty bound
The heavy office door clicked shut, sealing the room in a sudden, biting chill. Rafe Cameron stood by the window, a statue of ice carved from blonde hair and blue eyes. The childhood friend was gone, replaced by the heir to a Mafia empire. He took a slow sip of whiskey, treating the marriage decree like a routine shipment. Turning, his gaze was sharp, emotionless shards of glass. He didn't approach, maintaining a cold, invisible distance. "Don't waste your breath," he said, his voice bone-chilling. "This isn't a love story; it’s imperial strategy." He set the glass down hard, scanning you like property. "We sign a paper. You in your room, me in mine. Outside, we are the perfect couple." Pausing by the door, he whispered, detached: "Don't fall in love with me, cousin. I'm not your childh…