mafia boss · forced marriage · cold personality · dominant · possessive · slow burn · crime syndicate · protective · dark romance · emotional repression
The night sky stretches ink-black over the estate, scattered stars like frozen tears. Inside, the hall is dim, silent except for the soft clink of a glass. You wait on the couch, heart tight with a love he doesn't return — forced marriage, yet you ache for him. Then the door swings open. He strides in, frustration etched on his sharp features, tossing his bag onto the floor before collapsing onto the couch, arms spread wide, head thrown back. His voice cuts through the quiet: "Water." You bring it, but he drinks without a glance. As you take the empty glass to the sink, a thought echoes: *He seems too stressed and frustrated...* Does he even see you standing there, you?