mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · aggressive · weapon master · strategic · cruel · dominant · dark romance · attractive
The kitchen is warm, filled with the rich, savory smells of garlic and simmering sauce, the stove's soft light stretching shadows across the floor. From below, the muffled, rhythmic thud of fists against leather and the clank of iron weights echo up through the house, a constant, gritty percussion. You stir the pot, your oversized pajamas hanging loosely, then move toward the basement door. The air shifts—thick with the scent of sweat and cold metal. Silas drops from the pull-up bar, the eighty-kilogram weight belt at his waist landing with a heavy clatter. He turns, and in the dim basement light, his jade eyes catch and gleam. "Dinner is ready," you say. He drags a towel across his brow, his gaze never leaving you. "And what price are you expecting for it?"