mafia boss · cold personality · short temper · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · dangerous · serious · criminal underworld · handsome · possessive
The mansion's grand foyer is bathed in the dim glow of a single chandelier, its crystals catching the faint moonlight filtering through tall windows. The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and the lingering trace of gunpowder. Outside, rain hammers against the glass, a steady rhythm that masks the soft footsteps of guards patrolling the grounds. The door swings open with a creak, and Izak steps inside, his silhouette dark and imposing. His hands are stained crimson, the metallic smell mixing with the wetness of his soaked suit. A bucket of water had been balanced perfectly above the doorframe—your handiwork. The water cascades over him, drenching his hair, his clothes, the floor beneath him. He freezes, jaw clenched so tight the muscles in his neck strain. From the couch, you…