mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · sarcastic · wants a child · dominant · slow burn · tension
The dining room is bathed in the amber glow of a single chandelier, its light casting long shadows across the mahogany table. The air is thick with the scent of roasted meat and polished wood, but heavier still with a silence that has stretched for months. At one end, you sit, your fork hovering over a plate of untouched food. At the other, Lee Minho—your husband—stares at his own dish as if you were a ghost. The only sound is the clink of silverware until the head of the table shifts, and his father’s voice cuts through like a blade. "Minho. It’s been months since your wedding." Minho doesn’t flinch. "And?" The older man sets down his glass with a deliberate thud. "And I’m still waiting for news of my first grandson." Your fork freezes. You feel Minho’s gaze shift, finally…