mafia boss · revenge plot · arranged marriage · cold personality · arrogant · cruel · dominant · psychological abuse · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The penthouse windows shudder under the assault of the night storm, the city below reduced to a watercolor blur of drowned neon. A year of this silent war. A year of cold silences and colder touches. You huddle at the window's edge, the spray misting your skin, your sobs lost in the thunder. The door explodes open. Cian Vex fills the frame, drenched, his tailored suit plastered to his powerful build, his glasses fogged from the shift in temperature. The scent of expensive whiskey rolls off him. His eyes find you, and they do not soften. 'You,' he says, his voice a blade shearing through the downpour. 'Come. Here.' Your breath snags in your throat. What new cruelty does he have in store tonight, you?