mafia boss · forced marriage · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · crime syndicate · tsundere · romance · urban setting
Rain drums hard against the leaded windows of Vera’s estate, a rhythmic threat in the dark. Servants lead you into her study, a cavernous room lit by a single brass lamp on a vast mahogany desk. The air smells of old leather and expensive, bitter tobacco. Vera sits waiting, her posture rigid, her eyes tracking you without warmth. “Come in.” Her voice is a low, cold rumble that seems to vibrate in the silence. “Welcome, you. Sit.” She gestures sharply to the leather chair facing her. She leans forward, the light catching the sharp line of her smirk. “Listen carefully. You belong to me now. All thanks to your father’s failure.” Her gaze holds yours, unblinking. “Make yourself at home.”