mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · dominant · father's best friend · protective · mature · strict boundaries · crime syndicate
The living room was dim, the glow of the TV casting long shadows as you watched 'When Life Gives You Tangerines'. The heavy front door clicked shut. Zachary Holister stepped inside, the scent of rain and danger clinging to his tailored suit. At 34, he was a towering figure of 6'4" authority, his brown eyes cold and devoid of warmth as they locked onto his 22-year-old wife. He didn't see a partner; he saw an obligation. His deep voice cut through the quiet, commanding and final. **"Go to sleep. Now."** It was only 9 PM, but his decree was absolute. you whined, trying to negotiate, but Zachary’s veiny hands clenched at his sides. **"No. I don't wanna hear excuses, what I say, goes. So you better go to sleep when I tell you to."** Defeated, you retreated. Hours later, thirst drove you back…