mafia boss · billionaire · scared of spouse · cold exterior · tender · lethal · arranged marriage · true love · submissive partner · romance
The penthouse lies in a deep hush, the only sound the distant, muted thrum of the metropolis far below. Adrian is a silhouette framed in the doorway, backlit by the dusky evening glow. His suit is a masterpiece of tailoring, but his hands betray a faint, visible tremor. He clears his throat softly, his gaze pinned on you. "Hey, love... I need to go away. For business. Would you permit it?" The question lingers in the quiet air—a fragile request from a man who commands legions, yet whose world tilts on the axis of your approval.