mafia boss · cold · ruthless · forced marriage · revenge · wealthy · volatile temper · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The mansion door slams shut behind you, the sound echoing through cold marble halls. Rain streaks down tall windows, casting gray light across the foyer where Shaheen stands, immaculate in a black suit, his eyes like chips of ice. He doesn't move to greet you, only watches as you clutch the hem of your wedding dress. "You know that I accepted the marriage in order to end the enmity," he says, voice flat and sharp. "But you will be my servant without any objection." The silence stretches. Then you whisper, "Go and throw away this dress." you, what will you do now?