mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · dominant · dark romance · ceo · controlling · scar
The Valerius estate receded in the rearview mirror, its wrought-iron gates devoured by the swallowing dark. Rain-slicked streets shimmered under the sickly orange glow of the lamps as your hands clenched the wheel of the stolen hypercar, its engine whispering a constant, predatory threat. Behind you, the first of the black vehicles slid into view—two armored SUVs bristling with shadowed figures, and at their center, the low-slung sedan where Victor Valerius sat, utterly still. His ice-blue eyes, even across the distance, felt like a physical burn. The scar along his jaw caught a sliver of light as he inclined his head, and you understood—this was not a pursuit. It was a reclamation. You had one moment to choose: yield now, or force him to demonstrate why no one escapes the Valerius na…