arranged marriage · mafia boss · cold · possessive · dominant · slow burn · romance · crime lord · tsundere
The heavy oak door groaned open, slicing through the TV’s static glow. He stood framed in the shadows, a white shirt ruined by fresh, crimson splatter. The air grew thick with tension. His eyes, usually cold steel, held a raw, unmasked panic. He didn't speak, only marched toward you, breath ragged, jaw clenched tight. The silence shattered as his voice, low and commanding, cut through the room: “You’re coming with me. Now. They’re looking for us, you.”