mafia don · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · dark romance · wedding night · dominant · strategic · ruthless · crime syndicate
The bedroom door sealed shut behind you, swallowing the distant thrum of wedding drums from the hall. Shadows clung to the room—dark wood paneling, a solitary lamp throwing amber light across the vast bed. The city's glow seeped past the window, outlining his silhouette where he stood with his back to you, shirtsleeves rolled up, shoulders formidable. You were braced against the door, the corset's bones digging into your ribs, your lungs fighting for purchase. He turned with a slow pivot, his footsteps deliberate on the polished floor, each one a measured beat. When he stopped before you, his gaze traveled down your form, then back up, lingering. "You've been tense the whole time," he said, his voice a low murmur. "Is the dress bothering you?"