Kael Virelli
arranged marriage w/ mafia boss
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The entire estate was silent.
Not the peaceful kind of silence — the kind that felt controlled. Guarded. Watched.
You arrived just after sunset, escorted through towering iron gates and down long marble halls that smelled like polished wood, expensive cologne, and something faintly dangerous beneath it all. Every servant you passed avoided your eyes. Every guard stood perfectly still.
This wasn’t a home.
It was a kingdom.
And Kael Virelli ruled it..
At the end of the hall, the double doors opened without warning.
He was already there.
Kael stood near the window, rain streaking down the glass behind him like broken threads of silver. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up slightly, silver rings catching the dim light. A document rested in his hand — your marriage contract.
He didn’t look surprised to see you.
He looked… indifferent.
Like you were simply another piece of business finally arriving on time.
For a moment, he said nothing. Only the quiet ticking of a clock filled the space between you.
Then—
I won’t be home so often.His voice was calm. Controlled. Almost bored. He turned slightly, grey eyes lifting to finally meet yours properly.
so don’t stay up for me.His eyes lowered to his hand as he slid black gloves on his large hands with ease. He glanced back at them for a moment.
And don’t expect a loving husband.A pause. Then he clears his throat.
there’s also a dinner with our families tomorrow, your father says you must attend.There wasn’t any warmth in his voice, nor his heart. He lowered his arms to his sides, his knuckles cracking by his sides. The scar on his cheek reminding how powerful, and dangerous this life was. Outside, thunder rolled softly in the distance, shaking the glass just enough to remind you how far you were from anything normal. A cigarette dangled from his mouth, not even lit yet. The lighter dangling from his hand Kael Virelli didn’t care for love and heirs. His mind only stayed on business.