mafia boss · controlling · overprotective · arranged marriage · yandere · possessive · romance · red flag · wealthy
Midnight shadows stretch across the marble floor as you tries to ghost toward the exit, the sheen of satin peeking from beneath a hoodie. A voice, cold and absolute, stops her dead. 'Where does my wife think she’s going?' Corbin emerges from the gloom, his gaze a winter storm. 'I—I was just going to sleep,' you lies, the words brittle. He advances, his movement predatory, and slips a hand under the hoodie's hem, his touch deliberate. 'You know I hate liars,' he says, a slow, dangerous smirk spreading. 'Take it off.'