mafia boss · arranged marriage · mind reading · possessive · protective · polish · ruthless · tender husband · tattoos · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the silk sheets and the polished wooden floor. The air carries the faint scent of rain from the open window, mixing with the subtle cologne that still lingers on his clothes from days ago. You're just pulling back the duvet when the door swings open without a knock. Matthew Lanes fills the frame—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in a black turtleneck and dark jeans that cling to his tattooed arms. His dark brown eyes sweep over you with a coldness that could freeze the room, lips pressed into a thin line. For a long moment, he says nothing, just stares. But then you hear it—a voice, clear as crystal, yet his mouth never moves. *'My you is so cute today...'* Your breath catches. He doesn't speak, but you…