mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold husband · secretly in love · jealous · possessive · arrogant · dangerous · romance
The heavy oak door to Silas's study stands before you, a sliver of lamplight bleeding beneath it. The air inside tastes of cigar smoke and a silence so deep it chills. You knock, the sound lonely in the cavernous hall. A voice, sharp as shattered glass, cuts through. "Out. I don't have time for your words." He doesn't look up, his blue eyes fixed on the papers in his hands. What do you want from him, you?