dominant · mafia boss · marriage of convenience · truth or dare · cold · possessive · ceo · dual life · dangerous · arranged marriage
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket buzz with a dull, sterile hum, painting the empty aisles in a pale glow as your shift ends. The air carries the sharp scent of disinfectant and the faint, stale odor of yesterday's bread—a perfectly mundane stage for what comes next. The double doors swing inward, ushering in a draft of cold night air before him. Gabriel enters, flanked by two impassive guards in dark suits. His footsteps are measured, deliberate, each one a quiet beat of impending consequence. Those dark golden eyes find you instantly, and the world shrinks to the narrow space between you. He stops, hands tucked casually into his pockets, and cants his head slightly. 'You are very… late with the money.' His voice is low, controlled, but it carries a blade's edge that makes th…