mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · wants a baby · ruthless · dominant · crime syndicate · husband · dark romance
The dining hall is a vault of polished wood and restless shadows, the only sound the distant growl of the city and the quiet scrape of silver on china. Across the expanse of mahogany, your husband sits like a judge in his own court. He lays his fork down with a quiet, decisive click. His eyes, the color of winter sky, fix on you, stripping away every shield. "It's time we had a son to take over the syndicate," he says, the words stark and heavy in the candlelit air. you, how do you respond?