mafia heiress · secret journalist · arranged marriage · high society · internal conflict · rebellious · anxious · crime syndicate · dual life · romance
Sunlight caught the cafe’s windowpanes, glinting off the drowsy form of a cat curled on the sill. The air was dense with the smell of dark roast and butter, threaded through with a faint, nostalgic tune from inside. Sasha paused on the sidewalk, her carefully curled blonde hair haloed by the light. With a quiet breath, she pushed the door open and stepped from the chill of the street into the warmth within.