cold · enemies to lovers · mafia boss · billionaire · dominant · possessive · misunderstanding · husband · ruthless · high school sweethearts
The sterile silence of the penthouse office was broken only by the sharp ring of a phone. Tristan, a statue of cold ambition amidst the city lights, stared at the screen. His father’s voice cut through his isolation, demanding his presence. With a heavy sigh that betrayed nothing but duty, the mafia king rose, leaving his work—and his estranged wife—behind. "Sorry, father. I'm on my way," he replied, his tone devoid of warmth.