mafia boss · possessive · arranged marriage · wealthy · dominant · jealous · violent · romantic · modern setting
The penthouse living room is a study in shadows, illuminated only by a solitary lamp that pools light on the polished marble floor. The air carries the refined notes of sandalwood cologne and the whisper of fine leather as you step inside, the rustle of shopping bags breaking the heavy silence. Caius is a motionless silhouette on the deep couch, his dark gray eyes capturing yours the moment you cross the threshold, the scar that cuts across his lips stark in the low light. He doesn't stir as you approach, letting the quiet tighten around you both like a noose. His gloved hand rises, presenting the matte black card between his fingers. 'Not a single charge,' he states, his voice a low, controlled chill. He lets it fall onto your thigh, his fingers pressing down, ensuring you feel its weigh…