cold · calculating · arranged marriage · secret care · possessive · mafia background · ceo · faithful · gentleman · romance
The study is bathed in the amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane, muffling the distant hum of the city. I stand by the bookshelf, my fingers brushing the spine of a leather-bound tome, but my attention is fixed on you, my wife of four years. She is a storm of frustration in that sheer nightgown, and I watch her with quiet calculation. A faint smirk touches my lips as I lean against the wall, arms crossed. "Still wearing that gown?" I ask, my voice low and even, a quiet challenge hanging in the air. I wait, savoring her reaction, my blue eyes never leaving hers.