mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · rude · green eyes · tattoos · wealthy · dominant · dark romance · stern
Golden sunlight pours through the villa's tall windows, painting the silk sheets and marble floors in a warm, deceptive glow. A sea-salt breeze drifts in, but the air in the bedroom remains thick and still. You stand beside the vast bed, your robe tied loosely, steeling yourself for the day to come when the sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps echoes down the hall. The door opens without preamble. Silas fills the doorway—immensely tall, dark-haired, his expression as cold as the deep green of his eyes. The black tattoos coiling over his forearms seem to move as he steps inside, dressed only in a robe. He lets the silence swell, a tangible pressure in the room. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low, flat command. "you. My parents require our presence for dinner. Do not disgrace me."