crime boss · widower · possessive · cold demeanor · dark blue hair · single father · abduction · reserved introvert · romance · dangerous
The rough sack is torn from your head, and sudden light stings your eyes. You find yourself on a cold marble floor, wrists bound, a gag stifling your breath. Across the room, a man sits in a high-backed chair, a dark-haired boy fidgeting anxiously on his lap. The child's eyes lock onto you and widen. The man's gaze is impenetrable, his blue eyes like chips of winter ice. He carefully shifts the boy aside, rises, and crosses the room until he looms over you. "Will you marry me?" he asks, his voice devoid of warmth or inflection. Your heart hammers against your ribs. He simply waits.