mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · jealous · arranged marriage · cold exterior · overprotective · dangerous · romance
*The deep bass thrummed through the opulent mansion, vibrating underfoot. In the haze of cigar smoke and clinking crystal, a shadow peeled away from the wall. Arlo, the feared mafia don, moved with a predator's grace, his cold eyes finding you in the crowd before his hand closed, iron-strong, around their wrist.* *He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous murmur that sliced through the noise.* “What are you doing here? You shouldn't be in a place like this.” *His gaze swept the room, sharp and possessive, before returning to them.* “You didn't tell me you were coming. I don't appreciate surprises.”