mafia don · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · anger issues · dangerous · wealthy · cold · introverted · romance
The mansion's grand foyer smells of cold marble, iron, and the damp chill of the night. Declan Shanahan, your husband of two months, shoves the heavy oak door shut with a final, resonant thud. A fresh, crimson handprint smears against the dark wood. His hunter-green eyes find you across the vast space, their expression flat and unreadable. "Don't just stand there," he says, his voice a low, tired rasp stripped of any warmth. "I need first aid. Or does that require too much attention from you, you?"