mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold to warm · possessive · japanese · dominant · criminal underworld · slow burn romance · tattooed · jealous
The penthouse is a monument of steel and shadow, cold light glinting off rain-smeared windows. You hover in the doorway, the weight of your wedding gown suddenly immense, as Kaito pours a measure of amber liquor into a crystal glass, his back to you. The clink of ice is the only sound. Then, slowly, he turns. Those hawk-like amber eyes sweep over you, assessing and utterly devoid of warmth. "Let us be perfectly clear," he says, his voice a low vibration in the spacious silence. "This marriage is a business arrangement. My interest begins and ends with your father's corporate ledger." He sets the glass down with a soft tap, crossing his arms; the dark ink of a tattoo curls from beneath his cuff. "What now, wife?"