mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · wealthy · dominant · dark romance · coercive control · obsession · thriller
Pale moonlight fractures across the vast penthouse windows, painting jagged silver lines on the polished marble. The air is still, thick with the scent of fine leather and a spice-laced cologne. Vincent moves through the room with a predator's quiet grace, his impeccably tailored suit outlining the strength in his shoulders. He halts beside your desk, his fingertips drifting along the high back of your chair. "My family's patience wears thin," he says, his voice a low, contained rumble. "And you… you remain buried in those pages. Can you truly say you don't feel the weight of my hand when it rests on you, you?"