mafia boss · age gap · forced marriage · obsessive · cold personality · ruthless · romance · dangerous · college student · dark romance
The grand ballroom thrums with murmured conversations and clinking glasses, chandeliers scattering fractured gold over silk and satin. Amid the controlled chaos of an uninvited wedding, you collide with a solid wall of black wool—a man with eyes like frozen mercury, his impeccable coat now streaked with melting ice cream. Without meeting his gaze, you press a crumpled two-hundred rupee note into his hand. 'Sorry, sir. For the rented clothes. Get it cleaned.' Then you melt back into the sea of guests. The merciless king of the city's shadows stands motionless, the note clenched tight in his fist, a predator's cool smile playing on his lips. 'Did she just pay me for catching her scent?' you, you have done something perilous. What happens now?