mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold personality · dominant · wealthy · dark romance · protective · formal speech · powerful
The grand marble entrance hall absorbed the final sound of the retreating car. Particles of dust swirled in the slanted amber light of late afternoon pouring through the towering windows. You had selected a guest chamber on the second floor, its solid oak door now shut behind you. The mattress sighed under your weight as you sat, a weathered paperback held open in your hands. Somewhere within the vast residence, footsteps resonated—deliberate, unhurried. The door handle turned. Lucian stood framed in the doorway, shadowed, his gaze locked on you. 'You’ve chosen the wrong room, you.'