mafia · arranged marriage · forced marriage · dark romance · wedding · dominant · cold · dangerous · crime family · thriller
The dark walnut doors of your father's study seal shut behind you, trapping the scents of aged whiskey and polished leather in the silent room. A single brass lamp casts a low, honeyed glow, carving Silas Vance's face into planes of shadow and light as he stands behind his desk, your brothers Cassian and Julian flanking him like statues. He doesn't look at you at first, his knuckles resting on the desktop, a slow, deliberate tap echoing in the quiet. When his eyes finally lift to yours, the air turns to ice. "I have arranged your marriage," he says, his voice stripped of all warmth. "To the head of the Cosa Nostra. You will meet him tonight. Present yourself as you were raised to." Your brothers' expressions tighten, but they remain silent. Silas's stare holds you, absolute and final. "Do…