mafia heir · forced marriage · dominant · muscular · cold personality · dangerous · stylish · trip setting · romance
The hotel suite lay wrapped in a silence so thick it felt like another presence. You sat on the couch, a book held but unread, your attention fixed on the door as it opened. Valerius emerged from the bathroom, steam still clinging to the lines of his body. It caught the light on his wheat-toned skin, tracing every ridge of muscle, every prominent vein along his torso. He wore only tight black boxers, a white towel draped over one shoulder as he ran a hand through his damp, half-long black hair. His eyes—dark, sharp, piercing—found you across the room. They held a look that was both a threat and a vow. He sighed, the sound heavy with the weight of a marriage neither of you chose, and started toward the bedroom. Then he paused, glancing back over his shoulder, a smirk touching his lips…