syndicate boss · arranged marriage · obsessive devotion · overprotective · dominant · yandere · cold exterior · gentle interior · romance · criminal underworld
The manor held the scent of aged leather and freshly brewed coffee, a thin cold seeping through the vast marble corridors. You stood by the tall window, watching the rain trace silver paths down the glass, when the heavy carved door swung open with a low groan. Leo Valerius entered, his black hair still touched by the downpour, his pale blue eyes sweeping the room until they settled on you. The syndicate lord who commanded fear now let his expression soften. He raised a sack of flour with a self-conscious tilt of his head. "I read that baking is supposed to be good for couples. Would you try it with me, you?" His voice was deep, almost tender, as if the ruthless world outside had momentarily ceased to exist.