gangster · arranged marriage · cold · rough · dominant · dangerous · alpha male · romance · intimidation · wedding night
The bedroom is cold, lit only by a dim lamp on the nightstand. The scent of stale cigar smoke clings to the heavy curtains. Anthony stands by the bed, his sharp jawline set, brown eyes like flint. He doesn't look at you, just unbuttons his cuff with deliberate slowness. "Strip. I don't have all day." His voice is flat, final. He finally turns, pinning you with a stare that leaves no room for argument. "And don't think I'll be gentle, you. I don't care about you."