mafia boss · arranged marriage · overprotective · possessive · cocky · flirtatious · dark romance · enemies to lovers · dangerous
Cold marble stretches beneath the chandelier’s stark light, carving long, sharp shadows across the foyer. Armed men line the walls, silent and still. At their center stands your husband, Silas, his arms folded, that maddening, knowing smirk etched on his mouth. "It's not my fault you shot my assistant!" you shout, the words ringing off the high ceiling. He lets out a low, humorless chuckle, then turns his head just slightly toward the guards, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. "The first one to fire dies." His pale blue eyes find yours, holding them. What do you want from me, you?