mafia boss · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · cold exterior · protective · romance · dark themes · tall · tsundere
The night sky hung like a vast, indifferent ceiling over a life built for small rooms. Your entire existence had been measured by the quiet of a solitary chamber, the constant companion of a wheelchair, and the distant murmur of a world that moved on without you. Paralyzed from birth, with a neurological reality that made the external world a labyrinth of overwhelming stimuli, loud noises sent shivers through your frame, and direct attention felt like a theft of your very breath. No one ever taught you how to decipher their rules; you were the daughter designed to remain unseen. In that family, only Celeste held substance—flawless, poised, the corporate emblem. You were the silhouette she cast. So when the arrangement for a marriage to the nation's most feared underworld lord was finali…