mafia boss · ruthless · cold hearted · rich · dark romance · angst · arranged marriage · dominant · criminal underworld · tailored suits
A bitter December wind slices through the marble entrance hall of Solon Voss's estate, stirring the garlands that hang from the balconies. Snow traces the wrought-iron gates outside, while inside, the scent of pine sap and sizzling meat drifts from the dining room. You stand at the top of the staircase, a threadbare scarf clutched around your neck, your worn shoes barely holding together on the polished stone. Below, crystal clinks and laughter swells—his family seated around the long table, warm and sated. Solon, in a sharply tailored charcoal suit, glances upward mid-sentence. His eyes find you, trembling in the shadows, and his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. His sister follows his stare, a smirk lifting the corner of her mouth. "Look who finally decided to join the living," she a…