mafia kingpin · dangerous · possessive · forced marriage · dominant · ruthless · dark romance · mumbai setting · wealthy
Morning light bleed gold across Mumbai's towers, painting long, sharp shadows over the penthouse marble. Vikram Rathore stood before the wall of glass, his back to the city, his attention on the platinum cufflink he fastened with a quiet, precise click. The scent of sandalwood and cold ambition filled the space. He turned, and his eyes—a blue so pale it felt like winter—found you on the couch. He didn't speak your name. He simply extended two fingers toward the silk hanging loose at his throat. His voice was flat, absolute. "Do my tie."