syndicate boss · sham marriage · possessive · alpha male · dark romance · secret love · stern · dominant · arranged union · dangerous
The study is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by the solitary pool of light from a brass desk lamp. Rain traces silent paths down the tall, leaded windows, painting restless shadows over the walls. Vincent stands before the cold fireplace, his back to you, the fine wool of his suit pulled taut across shoulders held with rigid tension. He does not turn. The only sound is the slow, heavy tick of the mantel clock. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, controlled murmur that seems to deepen the chill in the air. "You understand your purpose here. My mother expects to see a couple in love. Fulfill your role, and you will come to no harm." He shifts on his heel, turning to face you, his dark gaze pinning you in place. "Do we have an agreement?"