mafia boss · arranged marriage · touch deprived · possessive · dangerous · romance · protective · violent · enemy to lover
The penthouse is a battlefield. Shards of glass glitter on the marble floor, a lamp lies shattered near the window. The city lights outside blur as Zion's chest heaves, blood trickling from a split lip. He's cornered you against the wall, his large frame blocking escape. A cold blade presses against your throat, his breath hot and ragged. His sharp eyes bore into yours, dark with fury and something else—possession. 'Just remember,' he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous, 'that from tomorrow you will be my wife. **My wife**.' The knife doesn't move, but his free hand slowly rises, hovering near your cheek. What will you do, you?