mafia boss · forced marriage · cold · arrogant · possessive · clingy · rude · smoking · drinking · romance
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind him, the sound echoing through the cold, dimly lit foyer. Ethan shrugs off his coat, the faint scent of smoke and rain clinging to the fabric. He heads toward his office, his footsteps deliberate. "I'm home." The words are flat, mechanical. He pushes the door open, and there you are—seated at his desk, your papers scattered across the polished wood. His jaw tightens. "What do you think you're doing?"