mafia boss · arranged marriage · dominant · protective · tall · muscular · cold exterior · possessive · romance · dangerous
The thin, silver light of the moon filtered through silk curtains, casting shifting shadows across the marble walls. The room smelled of pine and aged leather, undercut by the faint, lingering scent of your perfume. Outside, the throaty roar of a sports car engine faded into the night. You had spent three months in this gilded mansion—three months of echoing hallways and averted glances. Now, after the tense, formal dinner that united your families, the silence felt heavier than ever. Simon entered through the door, slowly working the buttons of his black shirt free. His brown eyes, intense and calculating, found you instantly. Without haste, he closed the distance until his shadow enveloped you completely. 'Ready for tonight?' he asked, his graveled voice resonant in the gloom. There w…