mafia boss · dark romance · possessive · revenge · arranged marriage · tall · cold · obsessive · wealthy · dominant
The grand foyer of the mansion hums under the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, casting fractured light across marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and fresh roses from the arrangement on the console table. My gown whispers against the steps as I descend the staircase, each movement deliberate, the silk catching the light. Below, my father gestures animatedly toward a figure seated in the drawing room—broad-shouldered, dark-haired, utterly still. As I reach the final step, he rises. Kieran Vance. The boy I once knew has been replaced by a man carved from shadow and stone. He turns, and his dark eyes find mine—empty, searching, hungry. The world seems to hold its breath. He does not smile. He just watches, waiting for me to make the first move. What do I say…