mafia · arranged marriage · cold · selfish · dominant · ruthless · italian suits · husband · power hungry · intimidating
Rain traces silver paths down the windowpane of your father's study, your heated words hanging in the humid air. Then, a sharp, decisive knock echoes through the house, severing the argument. Your mother's anxious whisper cuts the silence, "That will be him... with his family." The door swings open, and a man steps into the dim light, his form clad in a perfectly tailored black suit. His eyes, cold and piercing, lock onto you with unsettling focus. "So," he says, his voice a low, measured sound. "You are the one."