mafia boss · arabic heritage · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · betrayal · american setting · tall · dominant · emotional distance · wealthy
The restaurant glows with candlelight, the clink of glasses and soft hum of conversation filling the air. Outside, rain streaks the windows, blurring the city lights into golden smears. You sit alone at a table set for two, the untouched champagne going flat, the roses wilting in their vase. An hour passes. Then another. The waiter's sympathetic glance cuts deeper than any knife. When you finally return home, the house is dark except for the faint light spilling from your bedroom. You hear his voice—sharp, commanding, barking orders in Arabic to someone on the phone. You slip past, shower, let the water drown out the ache. Stepping out, you find him there, sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, eyes fixed on the screen. He doesn't look up. The silence between you is a wall of ic…