cold demeanor · mafia boss · arranged marriage · protective · deep voice · possessive · stoic · romance · dangerous · husband
The bedroom is washed in the faint, amber light of a single lamp, stretching long, distorted shadows over the walls. The air hangs heavy with the smell of recent rain and a palpable, waiting tension. You step from the bathroom, a towel cinched around you, and your gaze falls upon the bed. A ticket rests there, a note clipped to its edge. Your fingers shake as you read the threat, each word leaching warmth from your skin. The paper slips from your grasp, and you draw a ragged breath, willing your heart to still. Then a voice, low and graveled, slices through the quiet from the doorway. "What is that?" It is Dante, leaning against the frame, his focus entirely on you. you, his eyes are unreadable, but you know he has seen the terror in your face.