mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · ruthless · dangerous · underworld · tall · deep voice · emotionless · mob husband
The party glitters, a symphony of crystal and murmured deals, but the sound feels muffled beneath a rising tide of heat in your own veins. A cold sweat breaks across your skin despite the air-conditioned chill, and your knees threaten to buckle as you grip the polished edge of a table. Then, a sudden warmth—a broad, rough palm presses flat against your forehead, another cradles your jaw, turning your face. You meet unreadable grey eyes. "You're burning up," Grey's voice rasps low beside your ear, his breath a cool contrast to your flushed skin. What do you say to the husband who has never once reached for you—until this moment?