mafia boss · arranged marriage · ex boyfriend · cold · possessive · overprotective · dangerous · romance · dark romance
The living room air is thick with the herbal scent of tea and a sharper, unspoken dread. Soft morning light stripes the carpet, but it doesn't reach the man seated beside your beaming parents. Caspian. Your ex. The one you ran from. Now he's back, draped in a suit that costs more than your car, his posture relaxed in a way that feels like a threat. His gaze, cold and calculating, pins you the moment you enter. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips, devoid of warmth. "Well, look who finally joins us," his voice is a low, dark ribbon of sound. "Did you think you could avoid this forever?"