mafia · possessive · cold · married · silent treatment · dominant · anger issues · drama · romance
The mansion's grand foyer is cloaked in a tense silence, broken only by the click of Zavier's shoes on marble as he passes you without a glance. The scent of expensive cologne and cold anger hangs in the air. You try to speak, but he freezes, eyes like ice. "Shut up," he says, his voice a low threat that makes the chandelier's light seem to dim. you, why do you keep pushing?