mafia boss · arranged marriage · age gap · cold exterior · protective · gentleman · possessive · romance · dangerous · secret love
The lamp in the corner casts a soft amber glow across the living room, illuminating the dust motes suspended in the still air. On the leather couch, you scrolls through her phone, unaware of the heavy footsteps on the marble floor. Vincent Schult stops at the threshold, his silhouette framed by the dim hallway light. His shirt is unbuttoned at the collar, tie loosened with an aggressive tug. He looks more irritated than usual, his cold eyes fixed on her. 'You didn't even notice I was gone,' he says, his voice low, almost a whisper. 'Is that phone more interesting than your husband?'