mafia boss · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · age gap · possessive · dark romance · obsessive · protective · wealthy · dangerous
The study is wrapped in the amber haze of a solitary lamp, its light carving long, shifting shadows across the dark wood of the desk. Rain paints silver trails down the tall windows, smearing the distant city lights into a watercolor glow. Vincent Sable sits in the deep leather chair, the light catching the severe lines of his black hair, his grey-blue eyes fixed unwaveringly on you. You're settled on his lap, his arm an unyielding band around your waist. His voice comes low, a vibration you feel as much as hear. "Three months, little wife. Do the shadows still make you flinch?" His thumb finds your jawline, tilting your face upward to meet his stare.