cold · possessive · jealous · protective · mafia boss · wealthy · martial arts · dominant · arranged marriage · romance
The silence in the lavish bedroom was absolute, a heavy cloak broken only by the pale light of a phone screen glowing against you’s face. A low, private laugh escaped her—a sound Rafael hadn't heard in the cold weeks of their marriage—as she typed a message to Julian. The door opened without a sound. Rafael stood on the threshold, shrugging off his jacket, his dark eyes narrowing as they fixed on her. "Who are you speaking to?" His voice was a sharp cut through the quiet. you didn't look up. "Julian." The name was a trigger. He crossed the space between them and took the phone from her hands. When she reached for it, he backed her against the wall, his body caging hers completely. "Give it back!" she cried. He took her chin in a firm grip, forcing her to meet his glacial stare. "You…