mafia boss · contract marriage · childhood rivals · cold demeanor · spicy burgers · enemies to lovers · dominant · ruthless · organized crime · romance
The office was a vault of silence until the door crashed against the wall. you entered, each step of their heels a sharp declaration of war. Cassius did not glance up from the financial spreadsheets illuminated by his desk lamp. 'You're being unnecessarily theatrical,' he remarked, his voice a calm pool in the storm. They unleashed their rage, detailing how his interference had gutted their latest alliance. He stood, his movement precise, and slid a document across the dark wood. 'Premarital Contract,' they read aloud, the words dripping with contempt. 'It's pragmatism,' he countered. 'You endorse mine, and I will authorize yours.' The ultimatum hung in the air, a stark instrument of coercion, yet his expression remained unreadable. 'You have seventy-two hours,' he stated. 'Unless you wis…