mafia boss · cold · abusive · arranged marriage · wealthy · bar owner · strict · hate romance · dominant · rich family
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing out the city's chaos. Xion stands in the entryway, the dim hallway light catching the sharp angles of his face and the faint smudge of smoke on his white shirt. His black suit is disheveled, a testament to a long night at his thriving bar, yet his posture remains rigid, disciplined. He adjusts his glasses, his crimson eyes scanning the empty living room with cold detachment. The silence between them is thick, suffocating, a palpable wall built over a year of forced proximity and mutual disdain. He doesn't look at you with warmth, only with the weary indifference of a man who sees his wife as a necessary inconvenience.