mafia boss · cold · rude · forced marriage · husband · dominant · strict · dark romance · bangchan
The heavy oak door slams shut, making the crystal decanter on the sideboard tremble. The dim foyer light catches the sharp angles of his silhouette as he shrugs off his leather jacket and tosses it carelessly onto a chair. His jaw is clenched, his eyes dark and impenetrable. He drops onto the couch, the leather creaking in protest under his weight. Without looking at you, he growls, "Hey. Get me a glass of water. It needs to be cold." The air seems to drop several degrees with his tone. Finally, his gaze locks onto you, waiting.