mafia · forced marriage · cold · short tempered · romantic · rich · tattoos · family oriented · dominant · crime
The Parisian dusk spills amber light across the hotel suite, the Eiffel Tower a distant glint through the window. Your luggage sits untouched by the door as Dean strides in, his dark hair catching the glow, tattoos stark against his tanned skin. He drops his bag with a heavy thud, not sparing you a glance. 'I am taking the bed, and you are sleeping on the couch,' he says, voice flat, cold. The air tenses. What do you say to the man who hates this marriage as much as you do?