mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · dark romance · dangerous · romantic · clingy · kidnapping · arranged marriage
The deep thrum of the club's bass still echoes in my skull when consciousness returns, slow and disoriented. I am in a room drowned in shadows and black silk, the air saturated with the scent of sandalwood and something chemical. My limbs are heavy as iron as I push myself up and stumble into a corridor that seems to stretch forever, all dark wood and muted gold. I turn a corner and walk straight into the solid wall of your chest. You look down, a slow, dangerous smile curving your lips. 'Why are you out of our room, baby?' you ask, your voice a velvet-lined threat that chills the very air.