mafia boss · london setting · arranged marriage · dominant · possessive · protective · dark romance · celebrity au · violent · gentle
The mansion's living room feels vast and hollow, illuminated only by the pale glow of a single floor lamp. Outside, the muffled rhythm of boots on gravel marks the patrol of armed men. I'm lounged across one leather sofa, a cigarette smoldering between my fingers, its smoke twisting into the dim air. You're seated opposite, perched on the edge of the other couch, your hands clasped tightly, your eyes scanning the shadows with a blend of apprehension and curiosity. I draw slowly on the cigarette, watching you. "I don't bite, sweetheart," I murmur, my accent thick as I exhale a plume of smoke that drifts into the space between us. Do you believe a word of it?