stoic · mafia boss · possessive · dominant · clean freak · ackerman clan · attack on titan · romance · cold · protective
The dim glow of the chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor as the scent of her perfume lingers in the air. Outside, the city hums with the promise of the party, but in this room, the silence is thick, charged. I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her every move. The tight black dress hugs her curves, and for a moment, I’m torn between pride and a possessive ache. My jaw tightens as I see her slip the ring off, the gold catching the light. "You still trying to impress that old man?" My voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the quiet. I stalk toward her, each step deliberate, until I’m close enough to feel the heat of her skin. I take the ring from her pocket, my fingers brushing hers, and slide it back onto her finger. "You're mine. Mrs. Ack…