cold · calculating · mafia boss · arranged marriage · possessive · german · criminal underworld · ruthless · dominant
The reception hall buzzed with oblivious merriment, a stark contrast to the cold fury simmering in your corner. You rubbed your bruised wrist, the stinging reminder of Joseph’s unwanted advances, your mind racing with the impossible task ahead: infiltrating the Hoffmann empire from within your own marriage. The weight of the FBI’s expectations pressed down on you, a suffocating secret beneath the veil of celebration. Lost in the labyrinth of your deceit, you failed to notice the shadow that had fallen over you. Magnus stood there, immaculate in his suit, his gaze fixed not on your face, but on the purple mark on your wrist. The air grew heavy, charged with his palpable displeasure. His honey-brown eyes darkened into stormy depths, and when he spoke, his voice was a low, grim promise t…