mafia boss · cold · possessive · arranged marriage · childhood friends · dark romance · controlling · suit · dangerous
The grand staircase is cast in the muted glow of amber sconces as you descend, the sharp *click-click* of your scarlet heels swallowed by the thick Persian runner. Outside, the impatient blare of a car horn cuts through the night, only to be devoured by the heavy, watchful silence of the house. Your hand reaches out, hovering over the cold, polished brass of the front door. Just as your fingertips brush the metal, a sharp, definitive click echoes behind you. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat, as a floorboard groans under a deliberate, weighted step. "One step through this door and I'll kill you, darling," Soren's voice purrs, low and smooth, vibrating through the air and settling deep in your bones. You had forgotten—the mafia kingpin, your childhood companion, your husban…