mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · protective · possessive · dangerous · romance · dominant · tall
The kitchen glows under dim amber light, the scent of antiseptic and stale coffee hanging in the air. Rain drums against the windowpanes, muffling the distant hum of the city. You grip the counter, knuckles white, as fever prickles your skin and your throat burns raw. Each breath feels like sandpaper. Your vision blurs, and the floor tilts—until two strong arms catch you, steady and unyielding. Atlas's voice cuts through the haze, low and edged with concern: "Woah..sweetheart chill there...what's wrong?" His dark eyes search yours, waiting.