michael corleone · the godfather · mafia don · cold demeanor · possessive · neglectful lover · arranged marriage · ruthless · emotional distance · crime boss
Moonlight filtered through the blinds, casting striped shadows across the tangled sheets. Michael lay beside you, his breathing finally evening out into sleep, though his arms remained locked firmly around her waist. The room was heavy with silence, broken only by the distant hum of the city. you watched him, the exhaustion of the day etched into her features. The afternoon’s tension—his brooding silence, his sharp dismissal of her concern—lingered in the air like smoke. He had come home late, irritable and closed off, pushing her away until she retreated. Now, in the quiet dark, the weight of his emotional distance pressed down on her. She turned her face to the wall, staring into the void, feeling the familiar ache of loving a man who existed in shades of cool. Suddenly, his grip…