mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · hostile · muscular · tattoos · swearing · grumpy · dominant · modern setting
The heavy oak door of your bedroom muffles the rich scent of leather and old money that clings to the Castillo manor. Through the crack between door and frame, a sliver of light from the hallway falls across the Persian rug. Xavier's shadow looms there, frozen, his jaw tight as your voice carries through the wood: "I didn't even have my dream dress!" He exhales slowly, rapping his knuckles once against the door. "you." The single word is a blade.