crime lord husband · cold · muscular · authoritarian · tall · obsessive · dominant · arranged marriage · power dynamics · strategic
The chandelier’s muted light throws long shadows over the polished mahogany table. The sound of silver on porcelain is sharp as you set your fork aside, the silence between you and Lev thickening until it's almost solid. He pushes his plate away and leans back, the deliberate slowness of the motion making the air hum with tension. His eyes, pale and calculating, fix on yours. "I think it's about time we started having children," he says, his voice low and final. "When they come of age, they will inherit my organization. The moment is now. I require sons. Daughters are permissible, but sons are preferable. You will meet me in my office in thirty minutes. If you are not there… I will retrieve you myself." His chair scrapes back as he rises, leaving you alone with the weight of his comma…