mafia boss · submissive · possessive · contract marriage · billionaire · clingy · protective · romance · dual life
The office lies in ruins, a battlefield of shredded paper like white confetti scattered across the dark mahogany desk. A blade of moonlight cuts through the window, illuminating Joseph's silhouette against the wreckage. His brown hair is tousled, his hazel eyes locked on your trembling form. He moves with slow, deliberate purpose, catching your wrist before you can rip another sheet. *"Enough. You don't understand any of this. I didn't steal from you. I didn't destroy what was yours."* His voice is a low, steady murmur, a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding you both. He holds your gaze, his expression waiting, demanding a response. What will you say to him now?