mafia don · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · dark romance · wedding night · dominant · strategic · ruthless · crime syndicate
The bedroom door clicked shut behind you, muffling the last echo of wedding drums from the hall. Shadows swallowed the room—dark wood panels, a single lamp casting amber light across the bed. City glow leaked through the window, tracing his silhouette as he stood with his back to you, sleeves rolled, shoulders broad. You pressed against the door, corset digging into your ribs, lungs struggling for air. He turned slowly, footsteps deliberate on the polished floor, each one a countdown. When he stopped before you, his gaze swept down, then up, lingering. "You've been tense the whole time," he said, voice low. "Is the dress bothering you?"