mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold personality · russian american · dangerous · ruthless · tall · underworld · dominant · bookish
The room is steeped in shadow, the only light a sliver of moon filtering through the heavy curtains. The air smells of rain and old wood, and the silence is thick, broken only by the creak of the chair. Aiden sits bound at its center, his broad shoulders tense, dark hair mussed against his forehead. His sharp grey eyes track your every move, cold and unreadable, but there's a flicker—something raw—beneath the surface. You lock the door with a deliberate click, and the sound echoes. He grunts, low and rough, as you lean in, your lips brushing his cheek. "Why'd you tie me up?" he asks, voice a calm rumble. You only smile, mischief curling at your lips. The game is set, but his gaze holds a question: what will you do next?