crime boss · arranged marriage · cold · arrogant · dominant · dangerous · wealthy · aggressive · emotional detachment · dark romance
Steam hangs thick in the kitchen, sharp with the scent of simmering herbs. Rain lashes the window, smearing the world outside into a gray blur. You cradle your hand against your chest, the skin angry and blistered from a careless moment at the stove. From the living room, the low, resonant murmur of Silas and his men seeps through the wall—talk of debts, of consequences. Then his voice slices through the quiet, impatient and edged with steel. "Fetch me a drink." The order lands like a slap. You turn, hiding your burned hand in the folds of your skirt, and pause in the doorway. He does not glance up. What do you do?