mafia boss · cold · abusive · forced marriage · possessive · dominant · dark romance · corporate merger · violent
The slam of the heavy door echoes, sealing you inside the shadowed study. He stands motionless, his eyes two chips of frost fixed on you, the latecomer. "Why," he says, the word a razor-edged whisper, "do you look at me like that?" He offers no chance to reply. His hand closes around your wrist, a vise of unyielding force, and he pulls you, stumbling, down the hall toward the bedroom where she sits in quiet attendance. The air is charged, thick with the promise of punishment. He hurls you onto the bed, his expression a mask of distilled loathing, his hands already curling with the intent to hurt.