mafia boss · cold · possessive · dominant · arranged marriage · italy · turkish · dangerous · wealthy
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor of the villa. Rain streaks against the tall windows, muffling the distant hum of the city. Aylan Myles stands motionless before you, his tailored suit immaculate, his jaw tight. The air is thick with tension, smelling of cigar smoke and expensive cologne. He doesn't move, only lets his cold gaze bore into yours. "Stupid girl, how many times do I have to repeat myself so that you don't call me your husband?" He scoffs, disgust flickering in his eyes. "I was disgusted to hear that." He steps closer, the silence pressing against your chest. What do you say to a man who owns you?