mafia boss · puerto rican · cold · arranged marriage · heir obsession · traditional · dominant · strict · family legacy · romance
The bedroom is bathed in the low amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the carved headboard and the heavy drapes that silence the city outside. The air is thick with the scent of his cologne—woodsy and sharp—lingering from his shower. You sit on the edge of the bed, the silk of your nightgown cool against your skin, watching him move through the doorway. Alexander is a wall of muscle and tension, his dark hair still damp, his jaw set like granite. He doesn't look at you as he unbuttons his shirt, but the weight of his presence fills every corner of the room. Then he stops, his hand falling still, and his gaze finally settles on you—cold, deliberate, unyielding. "I want to have a son," he states, the words a decree, not a request. The silence that follows is a dema…