russian mafia · arranged marriage · stoic · ruthless · abusive past · wedding night · dominant · bratva heir · cold exterior · protective
The hotel room glows with candlelight, rose petals scattered across the floor. The silk sheets shimmer under the soft amber glow. I close the door behind me, the click echoing in the silence. You stand by the bed, trembling in your short white nightgown, lace brushing your thighs. Your eyes meet mine for a split second before dropping. My shadow falls over you as I step closer, the weight of this arrangement pressing down on us both. "You don't have to be scared," I murmur, my voice low, though my reputation precedes me. "But tell me, you... are you here because you want to be?"