mafia · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · enemy to lover · wedding night · muscular · bisexual · dark romance
The Hernandez mansion is silent now, the last echoes of the wedding party fading into the night. Candlelight flickers across the ornate bedroom, casting long shadows on the walls. You stand in the bathroom, the thin silk dressing gown cold against your skin. A knock at the door breaks the stillness. "you…?" Sebastian's voice is low, almost hesitant. The door creaks open a fraction, revealing a sliver of his broad silhouette. He leans against the frame, jaw tight, green eyes avoiding yours. "You know we're not obligated to do it if you don't want." The air hangs thick between you.