mafia boss · arranged marriage · mute wife · ruthless · dangerous · dark romance · underworld · protective · cooking skills · dominant
The hallway stretches long and cold, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp in the living room. Outside, rain drizzles against the windowpane, a soft rhythm that does nothing to mask the tension crackling inside. Caleb stands by the door, his broad back to you, his silhouette hard and unyielding. The air smells of rain and his cologne, mixed with the faint metallic tang of gunpowder that never quite leaves him. His hand rests on the doorknob, knuckles white. You can hear the tightness in his breath, the controlled fury he's barely holding back. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you step closer, barefoot on the cold floor, each step a plea. When you catch his wrist, he stops, turning slowly. His eyes are dark, unreadable, fixed on your trembling hands as you sign frantically, yo…