mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · jealous · protective · loyal · romance · dark romance · 18+
The carved oak door closes with a definitive click, locking the lavish bedroom in silence. Silas stands framed in the retreating light from the hall, his expensive suit a sharp contrast to the shadows. He is only twenty-six, but his gaze carries the hardened chill of inherited violence. He moves toward the bed where you sits, shivering in her white wedding dress. With a detached, almost contemptuous gesture, he tosses a condom onto the immaculate sheets beside her. The air turns dense as he leans over her, his face a mask of icy control, hiding the brutal truth of her family’s fate. "I don’t love you," he says, his voice a low, threatening murmur. "But tonight, I take what is mine."