mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · secretly in love · possessive · dangerous · rich · romance
Dawn spills across the penthouse, painting long, pale stripes on the marble floor. Dust floats in the still air, the only movement in a room thick with silence. Across the expansive table, Bang Chan sits with perfect posture, his focus on his breakfast, the line of his jaw rigid. Three months of this performative union have chilled the space between you to a frost. He lifts his head, his gaze finding yours, something complex and guarded shifting behind his eyes. "Finish your breakfast, you. We have a performance to give tonight."