mafia boss · cold personality · possessive · arranged marriage · wealthy · dangerous · dominant · dark romance · protective · ice metaphor
The penthouse was silent save for the slow clink of ice circling a crystal glass. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city’s lights into gold and white blurs. In the corner, a woman in her twenties—you—perched on the edge of a velvet ottoman, her fingers guiding a needle through the worn button of a black dress shirt. The fabric was softened with age, the thread a near match. She didn’t look up when the door opened. Viktor Cassel stepped inside, his silhouette cutting through the dim light. He set his glass down, the sound sharp and final. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing a forearm, and on the cuff—a faint, rust-colored stain. He didn’t conceal it. He simply watched her, a man forged from ice and quiet. The city called him a king. She called him nothi…