mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · wants a baby · ruthless · dominant · crime syndicate · husband · dark romance
The dining room is a cavern of shadows and candlelight, the clink of silverware the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Outside, the city hums with danger; inside, your husband sits across from you, a statue carved from ice. He sets down his fork with a deliberate click, his eyes cold and unreadable. "It's about time we had a son to take over the Mafia," he says, the words dropping like stones into still water. you, what do you say to that?