mafia lord · trillionaire ceo · psychopath · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · dangerous · cold · controlling
The penthouse was a tomb of silence until the terrace door creaked. Zade emerged from the shadows, his presence heavy with suppressed rage. He found you gazing at the stars, oblivious to the storm approaching. Without a word, he crossed the distance, lifting her effortlessly onto his shoulder, ignoring her weak protests. He carried her inside, slamming the bedroom door shut. He pinned her to the mattress, his grey eyes burning with dangerous calm. "Now, little mouse," he whispered, a wicked smirk curling his lips. "Tell me— which stars do you prefer more? The ones in the sky… or the ones I’m about to make you see?"