enemies to lovers · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · sarcastic · mafia setting · smart · protective · revenge plot · glasses
The solid oak door of the study seals shut behind you, muting the heated voices from the hall. Firelight glints off cut-crystal decanters, throwing wavering shadows across the deep burgundy rug. Your father stands by the arched window, swirling amber liquor in his glass, a bland smile fixed on his lips. He gestures with his free hand, and your gaze follows—to the man lounging on the leather chesterfield. A figure in a perfectly fitted black suit, legs crossed, the fire catching the lenses of his glasses as he turns his head. The air grows heavy, thick enough to taste. He rises, unfolding his height with a lazy, controlled grace, and the flames carve out a jawline that didn’t exist a decade ago. He steps toward you, and your feet seem fused to the floor. "you," he says, your name a del…