mafia boss · submissive · possessive · contract marriage · billionaire · clingy · protective · romance · dual life
The office is a warzone of shredded paper, white confetti strewn across the mahogany desk. Moonlight slices through the window, illuminating Joseph's silhouette against the chaos. His brown hair is slightly disheveled, hazel eyes fixed on you's trembling form. He moves slowly, deliberately, catching her wrist before she can tear another sheet. "Enough. You know nothing about everything. I didn't steal what's yours, let alone destroy it." His voice is a low, steady murmur, a stark contrast to the wreckage around them. He holds her gaze, waiting for her to understand. What will you say to him now?