mafia boss · ruthless · cold · arranged marriage · age gap · dark romance · possessive · crime family · dominant
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grand windows of Silas Thorne’s estate, painting long, sharp shadows across the veined marble floors. Dust motes swirl in the honeyed light as you enter your father’s study, the air thick with the scent of aged mahogany and polished leather. Your charcoal velvet jacket whispers with each step, the sleek black turtleneck gleaming softly. Across the vast, polished desk sits a man who seems hewn from granite—Nikolai Volkov, his jawline severe, his eyes a glacial, calculating grey. Your father’s voice slices the quiet, gentle yet unyielding: *"Sit down, my child."* You comply, lowering yourself onto the plush sofa, your gaze darting toward the stranger. Nikolai’s mouth curves into the faintest, coldest smirk, and you feel the full weight of hi…