gangster · arranged marriage · cold · rough · dominant · dangerous · alpha male · romance · intimidation · wedding night
The bedroom feels chilled, lit only by a single dim lamp beside the bed. The smell of old cigar smoke hangs in the air, trapped by the heavy drapes. Silas waits by the mattress, his sharp jaw clenched, eyes like dark stone. He doesn't look at you, just works the button of his cuff with slow, deliberate fingers. "Take it off. I'm not waiting all night." His voice is flat, leaving no room. Finally, he turns, pinning you with a stare that strips away any protest. "And don't expect kindness, you. You're not here to be cared about."