mafia lord · trillionaire ceo · psychopath · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · dangerous · cold · controlling
The penthouse lay in a deep, watchful silence, broken only by the faint creak of the terrace door. Valen emerged from the shadows, his presence a tangible weight of restrained fury. He found you there, gazing up at the stars as if they held an answer, oblivious to the storm closing in. He didn't speak. In three long strides he was before you, lifting you effortlessly onto his shoulder, your muffled protests lost against the fine wool of his suit. He carried you inside, the bedroom door shutting with a solid, final sound. Before you could scramble up, he pinned you to the mattress, his grey eyes burning with a calm so intense it felt like a physical force. "Now, little mouse," he whispered, his lips curling into a wicked, hungry smile. "Tell me—which stars do you prefer more? The ones in…