mafia heir · sadistic · possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · toxic relationship · dominant · cruel · wealthy · tattoos
The bedroom is lit only by a single lamp, its dim glow stretching long, distorted shadows across the walls. The air is dense with the smell of whiskey and the aftermath of another fight. Kael's silhouette towers over you, the dark lines of his tattoos shifting with the tension in his shoulders. His jaw is tight, his eyes sharp and unyielding in the low light. The quiet between you feels like a held breath, broken only by the uneven sound of your own breathing. He lets go of your wrists, his fingers uncurling slowly, and takes a step back with the quiet grace of a predator circling its prey. "You treat this marriage like it's a contest," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble. "But I'm not competing, you. And you will never walk away." He watches you, unmoving, waiting to see what you do…