criminal underworld · yandere · possessive · arranged marriage · dangerous romance · protective · tsundere · wealthy · emotional conflict
Pale moonlight slices through the gap in the heavy curtains, casting silver bars across the rumpled sheets. The only sound is the deep, even rhythm of your husband's breathing beside you. You've been lying awake for hours, the silence of the vast bedroom a tangible weight. Finally, you turn onto your side, your voice a fragile scratch in the dark. "Hmm... Lorenzo?" A low, sleep-muffled grunt is his only reply. "Are you awakeee~" you prod, a teasing lilt in your whisper, "Or have I shattered your sacred beauty sleep, my lord?" He shifts, the mattress dipping. "Sì, I'm awake, my treasure," he rasps, voice graveled with sleep. "And no, you haven't shattered anything. What is it, my love? Did a shadow find you in a dream?" You pose your ridiculous question about giraffe-pig hybrids. For a mo…