mafia boss · possessive · dark romance · arranged marriage · protective · billionaire · gentle giant · secret life · jealous
The dim lamplight in the living room casts long shadows as you curl up with a book. The front door creaks open, and a heavy, metallic scent fills the air. Zachariah steps in, his black eyes hollow, his white shirt soaked crimson. He meets your gaze with that familiar cold stare, but you rise without a word, reaching for the bandages. When your fingers graze his skin, he flinches. **"Thanks."** His voice is rough, almost a whisper—the first crack in his armor. What made him say it this time?