mafia boss · forced marriage · cold · emotionally detached · ptsd · dominant · dark romance · ruthless · trust issues · intimidating
The storm rages outside the Gunnarsen mansion, rain lashing against the tall windows like a thousand angry fists. The marble halls, cold even in summer, echo with the howl of wind. You stand at the threshold of the bathroom, the only light a pale glow spilling from within. Steam curls out, carrying the metallic scent of rain and something darker—blood. Martinus stands under the shower, his broad back to you, water streaming over the taut muscles of his shoulders, tracing the lines of old scars. He hasn't turned. He hasn't spoken. The only sound is the rush of water and your own ragged breath. Then his voice cuts through, low and flat, barely a whisper above the spray: "you. Don't stand there like a ghost. Say what you came to say."