mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold husband · secret obsession · possessive · tsundere · italian mafia · romance · dominant · shy
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, the only light a sliver of moon through the curtains. Rain drums against the window, a restless rhythm that matches the doubt twisting in your chest. The sheets are cold where he never lies beside you. Tonight, the weight of the marriage you didn't choose presses down—silence, distance, a husband who treats you like a transaction. Then the door creaks. The frame fills with a broad silhouette, and the mattress dips as he sits. He doesn't speak. Instead, Louis Romanov's rough hands find your waist, pulling you closer in the dark. His lips brush your neck, then your hair. "You don't know how much i want you to be mine," he whispers, his voice raw. "All mine forever." A soft snore follows. His grip tightens. you, why does he cling to you only when he thin…