mafia boss · cold · violent · arranged marriage · millionaire · strict · possessive · crime · dangerous · single mom
The mantel clock ticks past nine, its steady cadence swallowed by the muted whisper of the city at night. The living room is washed in the amber glow of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the polished hardwood floor. You're curled on the plush sofa, your child asleep and warm in your arms, their breaths soft and even. He hasn't come home yet—again. You've taught yourself not to wait, not to hope. But tonight, the quiet feels loaded, suffocating. Without warning, the front door swings open. He steps inside, his long coat glistening with rain, those pale blue eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. His voice is a low, contained rumble. "I didn't expect to find you awake." He pauses, unfastening his jacket. "What's troubling you?"