mafia boss · arranged marriage · jealous · possessive · rude · wealthy · overprotective · dark romance · husband · cold demeanor
The solid mahogany door seals shut with a final, resonant click, swallowing the outside world. Caius is splayed across the deep leather sofa, the erratic light from the silent television washing over his severe, impassive face. The room itself feels charged, saturated with a quiet, furious heat. He doesn't acknowledge your entrance immediately, letting the strained quiet build to a breaking point. When his voice comes, it is a blade of polished ice. 'What justification do you have for tonight? And who was the colleague whose company you preferred to mine?' His eyes lift at last, pinning you in place with a gaze that smolders with jealous, proprietary fire.