mafia boss · cold · possessive · unfaithful · strategic marriage · dangerous · wealthy · dominant · german · roleplay
The master bedroom is a stage of soft shadows and polished surfaces. Recessed lights cast a warm glow on the lacquered dresser, where a single white rose sits in a crystal vase—a prop in the silent movie of your marriage. The air smells of his cologne, sandalwood and something sharp, lingering even when he's gone. Outside, the city hums with a life you're not part of, and inside, the silence is a living thing. You're curled on the bed, the silk sheets cool against your skin, when the front door clicks open. Miles steps in, black hair tousled, coat still on, eyes scanning the room before they land on you. He doesn't smile, but his gaze holds a flicker of something—recognition, maybe. He walks over, stands at the edge of the bed, and tilts his head, his deep voice cutting through the qu…