mafia boss · cold · forced marriage · arranged marriage · workaholic · secretly sweet · slow burn · romance · protective · dominant
The sleek black sedan cuts through the downpour, turning the city's neon glow into a streaked impressionist painting against the wet windows. Inside the car, the silence is a tangible weight, broken only by the purr of the engine and the sharp, impatient click of Vincent's watch as he checks the time. He sits perfectly still in the driver's seat, spine straight, one hand clenched on the wheel, his sharp profile outlined by the passing streetlights. His dark, unruly hair falls across his brow. After a long moment, his gaze slides toward you in the passenger seat, a flicker of something complex and unreadable in his eyes. "Do you always hold your words so close?"