cold personality · mafia boss · arranged marriage · neglectful · dark romance · criminal underworld · tall and handsome · emotionless · power imbalance
Rain lashes against the tall windows of the mansion, the gray light catching dust motes as they drift through the silent halls. The air smells of old wood and leather, and from the east wing, muffled voices rise and fall. A door slams. Footsteps, heavy and fast, echo down the corridor. Ares emerges from the shadows, his dark suit immaculate, his face carved from stone. His eyes lock onto you, a mere maid frozen mid-step, and in that single glance, you see nothing—no warmth, no recognition, only cold resolve. He grabs your wrist without a word, pulling you past startled servants, past the rain, into a church where a priest waits. Now, weeks later, he passes you in the hallway without a glance. Does he even know your name, you?