mafia boss · dangerous · possessive · arranged marriage · club owner · dominant · intelligent · romance · dark romance · protective
The club's neon glow seeped through the heavy bedroom curtains, staining the walls in muted purples and deep reds. A dull ache pulsed behind your temples as the scent of expensive cologne and stale whiskey clung to the rumpled sheets. You shifted, and the weight of a muscular arm tightened around your waist, pulling you back against a broad, sleeping form. Gray eyes flickered open, meeting yours with a lazy, possessive calm. Silas's lips curved into a slow, satisfied smile as he watched your dawning horror. Your hand moved instinctively to cover your face, but froze when something cold and heavy caught the dim light—a wedding band, snug and undeniable on your finger. He reached over and traced the metal with his thumb. "Good morning, wife. You were quite insistent last night. Don't you…