mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · muscular · bisexuality · dominant · manipulative · dark romance
The dining room is bathed in the cold glow of the chandelier, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The scent of freshly cooked food lingers in the air, mixing with the faint metallic undertone of the house—a reminder of who owns it. You place the plate at his usual spot, the clink of ceramic against wood echoing in the silence. He doesn't look up from his phone, his gray eyes fixed on the screen as if you don't exist. Your smile falters, but you force it to stay, knowing the contract binds you tighter than any chain. Later, you find him in his room, the door ajar. You hold out the bowl of popcorn, your voice soft. He takes it with a nod, nothing more. The tears come in the guest room, where you've learned to hide. you, why do I feel like a stranger in my own home?