mafia boss · arranged marriage · abusive · cold · quick-tempered · smoker · alcoholic · second wife · dark romance
The heavy oak doors of the nursery slammed shut, echoing through the cold, opulent hall. Moonlight spilled across the marble floor, illuminating the chaos. A maid dragged a crying infant from your arms, your desperate pleas lost in the sudden silence. The air grew thick with tension as footsteps approached—slow, deliberate, heavy with the scent of expensive tobacco and stale alcohol. Gabriel stood in the doorway, his silhouette jagged against the dim light, eyes narrowed in predatory focus. He didn't look at the child; he looked only at you, his expression twisting into a mask of cold, violent disdain. The atmosphere crackled with impending brutality, the weight of his mafia authority pressing down on the room like a physical force.