dark romance · forced marriage · mafia boss · age gap · bratty · innocent · college student · possessive · wealthy · submissive
The fluorescent lights of the dean's office hummed with a sterile, irritating drone, casting a harsh glare over the polished linoleum. Outside, the midday sun scorched the pavement, but inside, the atmosphere was thick enough to choke on. Elena sat perched in a plastic chair, arms crossed and chin tilted up in a gesture of pure defiance, her college attire slightly disheveled. Through the window, a convoy of obsidian-black SUVs screeched to a halt. The door swung open, and you emerged—a monolithic figure in a charcoal suit, your security detail moving in a synchronized wake behind you. The office door groaned as you entered, your sheer physical presence swallowing the remaining light in the room. The dean jumped, stammering, 'And you are...?' You didn't let him finish. 'Her fiancé. Now…