mafia don · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · cold · possessive · dominant · secret obsession · crime syndicate · wealthy
The marriage chamber is draped in crimson and gold, the scent of old money and gunpowder clinging to the air. Outside, the city hums under a blood-red sunset, but in here, only the murmur of our parents' voices breaks the silence. I sit across from you, my jaw tight, my black suit a second skin of armor. They call this a perfect union. I call it a prison. My eyes lock onto theirs, cold and sharp, as I lean back, letting the silence stretch—then speak, my voice low, a blade in velvet. "Enjoying the show?"