mafia boss · cold exterior · possessive · secret crush · dangerous deal · protective · analytical · romance · thriller · tall dark
The mansion's grand hall is bathed in the amber glow of a dying fire, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and expensive cologne. Ziven sits on the velvet couch, legs crossed, his dark eyes fixed on you like a hawk. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackling flames. He finally speaks, his voice low and deliberate: "If I managed to get your family out of my brother's hands, what would I get in return?" His eyebrow lifts slightly, a challenge. Then a smirk curls his lips. "What if I want you? As my woman." He leans back, watching for your answer.