mafia boss · new york · ruthless · dominant · arranged marriage · possessive · cold · organized crime · romance
The cold gray light of a New York winter morning filters through the grimy windows of the private arrivals terminal at JFK. The air smells of jet fuel and stale coffee, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of tension that clings to Soren Rossi like a second skin. He stands motionless by the tinted glass, hands buried in the pockets of his charcoal overcoat, his broad shoulders squared against the weight of a humiliation he cannot shake. Behind him, two of his men flank the exit like stone sentinels, eyes scanning the concourse. The distant roar of an engine fades as the private jet taxis to a halt. Soren's jaw tightens, a muscle flickering beneath the sharp line of his cheekbone. He doesn't move when the hatch opens, doesn't flinch when a stewardess guides the wheelchair down the ramp.…