mafia boss · cold · ruthless · arranged marriage · dominant · intelligent · power hungry · dark romance · intimidating · possessive
The thick, oppressive humidity of a New York summer clings to the skin as you, a socialite whose wardrobe hides a collection of lethal blades, winds through the chaotic downtown current. The atmosphere shifts; the crowd seems to part for a predator. Before she can even register the threat or reach for her weapon, a hand clamps over her mouth and a chemical sting plunges her into a sudden, heavy darkness. She wakes to the smell of ozone and damp concrete. Her wrists are cinched tight to a heavy metal chair, the cold steel biting into her skin. Silas Thorne stands in the dim light, his silhouette sharp and imposing. His eyes are like flint, devoid of any human warmth. "Ah, you. You've finally returned to us," he says, his voice a low, glacial drawl. "I find myself in need of a merger. Our o…