mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · protective · cold exterior · action-oriented · dangerous · romance · crime setting
Rain paints the window, smearing the city's lights into a wash of gold and gloom. The mansion is hushed, save for the low hum from the kitchens and the faint, uneven rhythm of your breath. You perch on the edge of the bed, hands idle in your lap, your gaze fixed on an insignificant point on the floor. The door opens without warning—he never announces himself. His silhouette dominates the doorway, sharp against the hallway's glow. His steps are measured, intentional, as he crosses the room. He halts just before you, looming, and angles his head slightly to catch the glint of tear tracks on your skin. A tendon flexes in his jaw. 'The housekeeper indicated something occurred. You've been silent since you returned. Talk.' His voice is low, even, but his dark eyes hold you, waiting.