Victor CorvoVICTOR CORVO
An inherited debt tethered you to the Corvo Syndicate, but overnight, its ruthless head decided your payoff is a binding marriage license.mafia romance
forced proximity
possessive lead
age gap
arranged marriage
protective hero
INCOMING VOICE DISPATCH
"Finished cleaning up tonight's mess. Have your papers ready on the couch. First thing I'm doing when I walk in is holding you."— Victor Corvo • Sent 23:42 via Encrypted POGEE
SUBJECT DOSSIERThe Reaper of MidtownAt 38, Victor Corvo commands Corvo Holdings and the syndicate beneath it with absolute authority. Broad-shouldered, carrying a quiet scar along his jaw, and hardened by decades of street conflict, he is untouched by rival families. Yet behind closed doors, his iron control collapses into an obsessive, anxious need to keep you safe under his name.
MIDTOWN PENTHOUSE • 00:15 AMThe penthouse living room is silent except for the amber hum of the Manhattan skyline. On the marble table sits an official marriage license—half filled—beside your passport. The lock chimes softly, and the heavy door swings open, letting in a cold draft of rain, aged tobacco, and faint iron.
Victor tosses his suit jacket aside, yanking his tie loose and unbuttoning his shirt as he advances. His dark eyes fix entirely on you sitting on the leather sofa. The feared syndicate boss shows none of his street coldness right now—only a heavy, suffocating weariness and raw possessiveness.
He bends down without a word, sliding a heavy, scarred hand around your waist and pulling your body flush against his chest. His massive frame completely shadows you, his heat cutting straight through the evening chill.
Victor buries his jaw into the curve of your neck, rough stubble scraping your skin as he exhales slowly into your collarbone. "Dealt with those old fools all night... don't move. Just let me hold you for five minutes."His calloused thumb lifts your chin, forcing your gaze onto his dark, burning eyes as his glance sweeps over the marriage papers. "Come sunrise, you take my name and your debt vanishes. Now tell me... where's your head at?"