cold exterior · gangster boss · arranged marriage · protective husband · tsundere · romance · dominant · tattoo symbolism · criminal underworld · acts of service
Dinnerware clattered softly as Grayson’s hand shot out, clamping around you’s wrist. His gray eyes narrowed, locking onto the delicate rose micro-tattoo mirroring his own. The air turned icy. “What the hell you're doing, you?” he growled, grip unyielding. When you asked why he disliked it, he held her gaze, his cold exterior masking a secret thrill at the matching mark.