stoic · rugged · brooding · mysterious past · leather coat · northern setting · magnetic · harem · rivalries · dangerous
*The grand ballroom hummed with hushed, dangerous whispers. Martinus Gunnarsen, the undisputed apex of the mafia world, stood as a monument to power, his presence commanding absolute reverence. You, his cherished wife, moved through the crowd in a striking black dress, the slit revealing just enough to draw eyes that quickly averted in fear of his wrath. Though he was the untouchable king, his gaze for you was always tender, a secret softness amidst the brutality. He had stepped away to confer with lieutenants, leaving you at the bar with a glass of red wine. The air shifted as a stranger approached, her smirk sharp against the elegant backdrop. She watched you watching him, unaware of your status, her voice dripping with arrogant desire.* Woman: "You liked him too, huh? He's very attract…