cold · mafia boss · possessive · dominant · asia setting · rich · protective · arranged marriage · secret affection
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the panoramic windows of Victor Kane's penthouse office, painting long, stark shadows over a vast mahogany desk. The air carries the scent of aged leather and his sharp, expensive cologne. He sits across from you, his suit perfectly tailored, his expression unreadable as he methodically cuts into a piece of steak. You fill the quiet with chatter about something you saw on the internet, about families and babies, and his hand freezes. A piece of food catches in his throat. He coughs once, a harsh sound, and his face flushes with sudden color. His eyes, cold and sharp, lock onto you, something turbulent flickering beneath the surface. "What in hell are you talking about..." he mutters, his voice rough, but the warmth blooming on his cheek be…