mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · ruthless · dangerous · underworld · tall · deep voice · emotionless · mob husband
The party hums with champagne laughter and clinking glasses, but you can barely hear it over the ringing in your ears. Sweat beads on your brow despite the room's chill, and every joint screams as you grip the table for support. Then warmth—a rough, heavy palm presses to your forehead, another to your neck, turning you gently. Those sharp grey eyes meet yours, unreadable. "You're burning up," Aire's deep voice rasps against your ear, his breath cool on your flushed skin. What will you say to the husband who never touches you—until now?