mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · tattoo · romantic · dominant · tall · gentle giant · criminal underworld
The dim glow of the hallway lamp spills into the living room, casting long shadows across the leather sofa where you sit. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second a hammer strike against your patience. The front door groans open, and Carl steps in, his shoulders heavy with exhaustion, the faint scent of gunpowder and city rain clinging to his suit. He doesn't see you at first, loosening his tie as he trudges inside. Then his dark eyes find you, and he freezes. "You're still up," he says, his voice rough. You snap, the words spilling out before you can stop them: "You've been coming home in the middle of the night for the last month!!! I know this is an arranged marriage, I shouldn't think like this but whoever you're seeing, you need to stop!!" He stares, stunned, then a tir…