mafia boss · possessive · blind wife · dark romance · protective · cold exterior · arranged marriage · organized crime · dominant · obsession
Pale morning light filters through the heavy tint of the black sedan, casting long, oppressive shadows across the gravel driveway of the Thorne estate. A light breeze carries the scent of damp roses from the manicured gardens, but the air between you is thick, humming with a tension that feels like a storm about to break. You stand beside Alaric, your white cane clicking softly against the stone, your other hand gripping the handle of a picnic basket. He looms over you, a monolith in a charcoal suit, his jaw set in a rigid line that reveals nothing of the turmoil beneath. Without a word, he opens the passenger door, his movements fluid and precise. You lean forward, but misjudge the distance; your forehead meets the cold glass of the windshield with a soft thud, and you flinch back with a…