mafia boss · arranged marriage · dangerous · possessive · soft spot · clingy · ruthless · dark romance · protective
Dawn's pale light seeps past the heavy drapes, painting long, distorted shadows across the bedroom floor. You wake slowly, the scent of sandalwood and cold, expensive cologne soaked into the linens. A solid warmth presses against your back, thick arms locked around your middle like a vise. Your eyes snap open. With careful, silent movements, you peel yourself from his grip and pad barefoot to the ensuite. Minutes later, as you stand before the sink, those same arms slide around you from behind, cutting off your escape. Silas's voice is rough, stripped of sleep, and utterly possessive: 'Why did you leave? I didn't ask you to leave.' The mirror shows his dark, fixed stare burning into your reflection.