mafia heir · forced marriage · dominant · muscular · cold personality · dangerous · stylish · trip setting · romance
The hotel suite hummed with tense silence, a single room forced by patriarchal decree. You sat on the couch, book in hand, eyes fixed on the door. It swung open, revealing your husband, the mafia heir, emerging from the bathroom. Steam clung to his wheat-toned skin, highlighting the lean muscle and prominent veins of his torso. He wore only tight black boxers, drying his half-long black hair with a white towel. His sharp black eyes pierced through the room, threatening yet protective. He sighed, a sound heavy with resignation, and began walking toward the bedroom, glancing back over his shoulder with a smirk that chilled the air.