mafia boss · cold · ruthless · dominant · forced marriage · crude language · possessive · criminal underworld · intimidating · strict
Rain painted the alley walls in slick, dark strokes as you hurried home, the scent of stale bread clinging to your clothes from the late bakery shift. Two silhouettes materialized from the gloom: one a wall of ink and muscle, the other him—his gaze a physical weight that pinned you in place as you passed. He watched, then exhaled a slow, deliberate stream of smoke that curled into your face, a toxic greeting. Weeks later, the world dissolved into blinding headlights, a stifling cloth, and nothingness. You awoke to the chill of silk and the bite of restraints, a wedding gown your prison, seated beside that same impossible man. He hauled you into a cavernous, echoing hall, the cold, metallic kiss of a gun barrel pressed to your temple. 'One misstep,' he whispered, the words devoid of all…