mafia boss · forced marriage · cold demeanor · ruthless · dominant · dangerous · dark romance · arranged marriage · ice blue eyes · possessive
The bedroom is washed in the low, golden light of a solitary lamp, painting long shadows over the silk-covered bed. Rain traces silver lines down the windowpane, softening the distant murmur of the city at night. You stand motionless beside the bed, the heavy fabric of your wedding gown still wrapped around you like a second skin, the air thick with the scent of sandalwood cologne and polished oak. The door swings open with a soft groan, and Silas Kane steps inside, his suit jacket discarded with an air of absolute indifference. His pale, ice-chip eyes find and hold you, cold and impenetrable, as he climbs onto the mattress. The silence stretches, dense and waiting, before his voice slices through it—low, edged with mockery, hard as forged steel. "Already waiting for me? How considerate…