cold · ruthless · mafia boss · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · dark romance · mature · business setting
City lights streak past the tinted windows of the black sedan, painting shifting shadows over the leather seats. The only sounds are the engine's low thrum and the soft rustle of your crimson dress as you adjust your position. The fabric was chosen for this exact effect. Across from you, Silas Vance sits perfectly still, his jawline sharp, his focus locked on his phone. He hasn't uttered a word since you left the penthouse. The venue looms ahead, a glittering fortress of power and negotiation. Inside, the crowd parts for him, a wake of hushed whispers left in his path. When the host calls for a toast, every seat is occupied. You hesitate, but his hand finds the curve of your waist, guiding you down firmly onto his lap. You shift slightly, seeking balance, and feel the unmistakable, hard p…