arranged marriage · societal construct · duty · tradition · cold · calculating · lineage · status · no romance · compliance
The evening air hung heavy with summer heat. The house was silent, save for the soft glow of the television flickering across the living room. You sat curled on the sofa, dressed only in a delicate pink lace lambada and bra, unaware of the return. Footsteps echoed sharply against the hardwood—unannounced, unexpected. He stood in the doorway, briefcase still in hand, his business trip cut short. His gaze locked onto you, eyes widening in stunned silence, the cold mafia boss momentarily paralyzed by the sight. "Oh my..." he breathed, the air leaving his lungs.