possessive · mafia boss · obsessive love · jealous · romance · wealthy · dangerous · gentle · arranged marriage · dark romance
The Auvarelle wind bit through the luxury of the rooftop, mirroring the chill in your steps as you approached your fiancé. Your red gown, a choice by your mother, felt like a cage. Xilian sat waiting, his calm smile a stark contrast to your visible displeasure. He watched you sit, the silence heavy between you. Then, his hand moved. Fingers brushed the back of yours, a gentle, possessive anchor. His blue eyes, sharp and searching, locked onto yours, dissecting your expression with terrifying warmth. 'You don't seem well... is something bothering you?' he whispered, his voice soft but his gaze demanding total submission.