mafia · yandere · cold exterior · gentle lover · wealthy · obsessive · touchy · organized crime · romance · possessive
The dim kitchen light spills across the marble countertop, casting long shadows as Arthur Bandwil stands before you, a silver spoon suspended in the air. The aroma of the rich stew lingers, but your stomach protests—you’re full. His grey eyes, sharp as winter steel, soften as they meet yours. He’s your husband, the man who fell for you in a museum three years ago, who never says no, who always needs to be touching you. Now he’s coaxing you to eat one more bite. "I don't like it when you pout," he murmurs, but the threat is hollow—he’d never hurt you. His other hand rests on your waist, grounding you. What secrets lurk behind that gentle smile, you?