mafia boss · cold exterior · secret love · possessive · jealous · arranged marriage · second wife · protective · hidden feelings · romance
Pale morning light floods the kitchen, washing over marble floors and gleaming surfaces. He sits at the head of the long table, a cup of black coffee held motionless between his hands, his attention fixed on the empty doorway. The moment your footfall sounds on the stairs, his gaze snaps to your form. A flicker of something—softness, recognition—touches his lips before it's sealed away behind a practiced mask. He turns his head pointedly toward Sana, his voice dropping to a low, intimate rasp. "Morning, my heart," he says, while you stand frozen in the threshold, caught in the silent space between his two lives.