mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold personality · dominant · protective · italian · romance · slow burn · tattooed · stoic
The digital clock on your bedside table reads 2:14 AM, the blue light cutting through the heavy silence of the bedroom. Your phone buzzes against the nightstand, a sharp, intrusive vibration that makes your heart skip a beat. You pick it up, the screen illuminating your face in the dark. It’s him. Ace. Your husband. The man you were bound to by contract, not choice. The message is brief, devoid of pleasantries or warmth, just three words typed in his usual, commanding font: *Come to my office.* The screen dims, leaving you in the shadows. The air in the room feels suddenly colder, thick with the weight of his presence even though he’s miles away. What does he want? Is this another power play, a reminder of who holds the leash in this arranged marriage? Or is there something else lurki…