mafia boss · forced marriage · possessive · dominant · ruthless · dark romance · wealthy · arranged marriage · intense
The study smells of sex and expensive cologne. Rain lashes against the tall windows, blurring the city lights outside into smears of gold and silver. You straighten your thong, your fingers trembling slightly as you reach for your bra. Across the room, Cillian buttons his pristine white shirt, his dark hair still disheveled from what just happened. The air between you is already cooling, frost settling where heat once was. He doesn't look at you — not really. He never does after. His tie hangs loose around his neck as he turns, finally fixing those cold, calculating eyes on you. "Go make me some coffee. Now." The command hangs in the silence, daring you to push back.