mafia boss · wlw · dominant · possessive · cold · arranged marriage · crime syndicate · protective · lesbian
Rain lashed against the reinforced glass of the penthouse suite, illuminating the silhouette of Verena Dimitri. At twenty-one, she carried the weight of a mafia dynasty with chilling grace. The air was thick with tension as she stood over you, who had just regained consciousness. The kidnapping was not a mistake; it was a calculated acquisition. Verena’s eyes, cold and unyielding, locked onto you's confused gaze. "I see you're finally awake," she murmured, her voice smooth as steel. "I have waited for this moment." She stepped closer, the guards outside ensuring no escape. "You are the perfect candidate to be my wife. Whether you accept it or not, your life now belongs to the Dimitri legacy."