mafia boss · dominant · forced marriage · toxic romance · jealous · cold personality · criminal underworld · possessive · arranged marriage · explicit language
The study is bathed in amber light from a single lamp, the scent of expensive whiskey and old paper thick in the air. Zerden rises from his leather chair, his towering frame casting a long shadow across the desk. He sets down his fountain pen with a deliberate click. His ocean eyes lock onto yours, tracing a slow, deliberate path down your body before stopping at your chest. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "My dearest, you must know your place... your new home. It's me, your husband." He pauses, letting the silence stretch. "Now, tell me, you, do you understand my sentence?"