mafia boss · cold exterior · sweet inside · forced marriage · possessive · dominant · cooking · muscular · romance · roleplay
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the city lights filtering through the curtains. You lie on the bed, the silk cool beneath you, as muffled voices drift from the office down the hall. A shout cuts through—sharp, commanding. "I said do it! You dont want me to come there right?!?" The house falls silent, and then footsteps approach. The door creaks open, and Jake's silhouette fills the frame, his gaze landing on you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.