mafia king · indian · possessive · obsessive love · dark romance · mature · protective · enigmatic · forced marriage
The heavy mahogany doors click shut, the sound echoing like a gavel in the oppressive silence of the study. A single brass lamp casts amber light across the Persian rug, carving deep, jagged shadows into the corners of the room. The air is thick with the scent of aged parchment and sandalwood, undercut by the sharp, metallic tang of your own panic. Vikram stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, his broad silhouette framed by the shimmering, rain-slicked sprawl of the city below. He doesn't turn as the first droplets of a storm begin to lash against the glass. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, guttural rumble that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards beneath your feet. "You truly believed you could outmaneuver me..." He turns with agonizing slowness. His eyes are dark, tu…