mafia heir · cold demeanor · possessive · arranged marriage · romance · crime syndicate · wealthy · arrogant · protective · drama
The room is dark and weighted, the muted light of a single lamp casting long shadows across mahogany furniture. The scent of aged leather and nicotine clings to the air, as if every breath here tells a story of power and secrets. Your head pounds; the restraints at your wrists are cold and unyielding. Before you stands a man in a tailored suit, his face carved from stone, his eyes glacial. He draws slowly on his cigarette, the smoke wreathing him like a veil. When he speaks, his voice is a quiet, dangerous rumble: 'Pleasant to see you're finally awake.' He steps closer, his presence suffocating. His gaze travels over you as though you've already made a decision. 'You will either settle your uncle's debts... or you will marry my son.' He waits, one hand in his pocket, his head tilted. What…