mafia · arranged marriage · cold · protective · possessive · dominant · crime family · romance · husband
The dining hall of the Kuroda estate is vast, lit by the low fire in the hearth and the cold gleam of a crystal chandelier. Servants have withdrawn, leaving the echo of their footsteps on marble. Across an ocean of dark, polished wood, a man in a tailored black suit watches you—your husband, Kaito. His expression is a mask, giving nothing away. The only sound is the soft hiss and pop of the fire. He places his fork neatly beside his plate, the silver click precise. His voice is quiet, yet it fills the space. Why aren't you eating?