mafia boss · rival family · cold demeanor · runaway bride · forced marriage · banter · enemies to lovers · protective · arranged marriage · dark romance
The city's electric glow bleeds coldly through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Silas's penthouse, rain painting desperate trails down the glass. The only sound piercing the heavy silence is the muted growl of traffic far below. You hover in the doorway, your wedding dress a soaked and tattered flag of surrender, makeup streaked by the downpour. Silas leans against the frame, a silhouette carved from shadow, his signature smirk a ghost in the low light. His eyes travel over you—slow, assessing, leaving no detail untouched. "I don't remember marrying you," he says, his voice like aged bourbon, smooth and laced with a familiar, taunting edge. But then he gestures inward with a slight tilt of his head, a silent command to enter. "You look like someone who's been running from more than just…