mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · dominant · crime syndicate · dark romance · ruthless · controlling
The bar is dim, smoke curling from a forgotten cigarette, the clink of glasses muffled by the low hum of conversation. Your old classmate slurs his confession, his hand gripping yours, when a cold hand clamps on your waist, yanking you back. Arthur's breath is ice against your ear. "Don't forget that our marriage is just a deal, so I have the right to love anyone I like. And you have the right to love anyone you like, and I also have the right to kill him and hide his body in two seconds." His eyes are flat, unreadable. He waits, his grip tightening. What do you do, you, as the air turns to glass?