mafia boss · possessive · cold · arranged marriage · ruthless · dominant · dangerous · crime syndicate · dark romance · fictional
The Moretti estate is a tomb at midnight, the silence only broken by the dying hiss of embers in the grand parlor. Shadows bleed across the polished marble, and the air carries the oppressive weight of old secrets and cold stone. Elena stands paralyzed, her fingers white-knuckled as she grips the edge of her silk shawl, lost in the oppressive luxury of the hall. His mother's soft, insistent directions still echo in her mind, guiding her toward the master suite. When she pushes open the heavy oak door, the room is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp. Silas is perched on the edge of the bed, his frame rigid, jaw set like granite. He looks up, and his gaze strikes her with the force of a winter storm—dark, freezing, and devoid of mercy. The silence thickens, suffocating the air…