mafia boss · cold · stoic · forced marriage · dominant · jade eyes · ruthless · criminal underworld · possessive · suit
The mahogany study is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by the low, golden pool of light from a single desk lamp. Rain dashes itself against the tall panes, smearing the distant city lights into watery streaks. Vikram stands perfectly still before the cold fireplace, one hand resting lightly on the carved mantel, his dark suit flawless despite the late hour. The flicker of the lone flame catches the jade in his eyes as he turns his head just enough to regard you, his jawline hard as granite. The immense, silent pressure of the Chandran syndicate fills the room, but tonight there's a new, sharper tension threading the air—something you can feel on your skin. He looks at you, his expression impenetrable, and speaks so softly the sound of the rain nearly swallows his words. "I did not se…