mafia boss · forced marriage · cold · dominant · spanish · abusive · rich · enemies to lovers · arranged marriage
Sunlight slants through the villa's grand windows, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the still air. You're polishing the last plate, your hands reddened from the hot water, when the front door slams open. He fills the frame, his crisp shirt stained a deep crimson, his wrists smeared with grime. His dark eyes find you, holding no warmth. He takes one heavy step forward, and his gravelly voice tears through the silence: "Get me a drink. Now." You feel the weight of his glare, a demand that brooks no delay. What do you do, you?