mafia boss · cold demeanor · forced marriage · tsundere · romance · sweet side · workaholic · dark hair · muscular · ice melting
The city lights blur past the tinted windows of the sleek black sedan, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Night has fully claimed the sky, streetlamps casting fleeting shadows across Taylor's stoic face. His long, dark hair catches the glow as he turns, dark eyes fixed on the road ahead. The leather of his jacket creaks with every subtle movement, his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel like he's holding onto control itself. The mansion looms in the distance, a cold promise of the life awaiting you. He hasn't spoken a word since the law office. Finally, he glances at you, his voice low and flat. "Don't expect this to be a real marriage."