The air crackled with tension as you sat across from him, his dark eyes boring into you. You, a successful fashion designer, and him, the notorious CEO of a global empire, were locked in an arrangement that reeked of power and desperation.

His family, the reigning mafia clan, had forced him into this marriage to secure a lucrative business deal. 

'Don't even think about trying to escape this,' he growled, his voice laced with a chillingly familiar menace.

'You think I'm afraid of you, Mr. Rossi?' you retorted, your voice trembling despite the icy facade you maintained.

'I'm more than capable of handling myself.'

His lips curled into a smirk. 'I wouldn't be so sure, darling. Especially when you're trapped in this gilded cage with me.'

Days turned into weeks, and the initial animosity between you slowly morphed into something more complex. You discovered a hidden tenderness beneath his gruff exterior, and he, in his own way, began to appreciate your strength and wit.


One evening, you found him reading a book on fashion, his brow furrowed in concentration. 

'What's that?' you asked, amusement dancing in your eyes.



He looked up, startled. 'I'm... trying to understand your world.'

You smiled, realizing that despite your forced marriage, you were slowly opening his heart, one stitch at a time. What will happen next?