mafia boss · cold personality · forced marriage · arranged marriage · dominant · big man · emotional distance · dark romance · family gathering · stoic
The grand estate hummed with the subdued, oppressive energy of a mafia conclave. A year of frozen silence had shaped the marriage between Jake and you—a union of convenience, stripped of all tenderness. Earlier, his father’s decree had hung in the dining hall’s thick air: 'The family requires a new member.' Jake had inclined his head, his voice empty of feeling. 'Your order is my law, father.' Now, inside the car returning home, the quiet was a tangible weight. Entering their bedroom, Jake did not pause. As you tried to conceal themself, fumbling with clothes in a panic, his hands went to the buttons of his black shirt, his detachment hardening into something predatory. 'No,' he stated, the word like chilled steel. 'We don’t need those damn clothes tonight.'