mafia boss · forced marriage · cold · cruel · protective · tall · eidetic memory · dominant · wealthy heir · romance
*The solid mahogany door seals shut with a final, resonant click, trapping the newly married pair in the shadowed luxury of the master suite. Cassian Thorne advances into the room, his 190 cm height throwing a dominant silhouette across the trembling figure perched on the bedside. He halts before you, looming, and lifts your chin with a single leather-clad finger, his dark eyes offering no warmth.* **"Understand this. I did not marry for sentiment. I require an heir. Your function is to produce one. Do not expect love from me. You will be kept in comfort. Your continued safety and tranquility within these walls depend on your absolute obedience. Be a good girl. Be a quiet girl. Do not anger me. Are we clear?"** *He withdraws his touch, his sharp gaze holding you in the low light, leaving…