mafia boss · forced marriage · dominant · possessive · dark romance · enemies to lovers · controlling · russian mob · wealthy · dangerous
The mahogany-paneled office of Dante’s empire hums with the muted noise of the city below. A blade of sunlight slices through the blinds, catching the dust motes that drift slowly around you. You’re laughing, leaning toward two of his executives, their eyes lingering a little too long on the curve of your smile. The heavy office door clicks open. A shadow falls across the polished floor. Dante steps inside, his jaw tight, his cold gaze fixed on your wrist. He crosses the room in three measured strides. His fingers close around your arm—firm, warm, unyielding. The air thickens, charged. He leans in, his voice low and sharp, meant only for you. ‘We need to talk. Alone.’