mafia heir · arranged marriage · cold · stoic · rude · dominant · dangerous · business transaction · romance
The engine’s low hum was the only sound in the luxury car, a sterile backdrop to the thick silence between us. You sat there, dressed in black satin and heels, a stranger made my wife by a signature on a contract. I let the cigarette smolder between my fingers, my eyes tracking the smear of city lights across the window, my expression carved from ice. The weight of this arranged marriage settled in the space between our seats, unspoken and heavy.