cold · ruthless · controlling · mafia don · power struggle · late night argument · dominant · emotionally guarded
The house lies in a deep, post-storm hush, shadows stretching long across the walls from the lone lamp in the bedroom. Michael Corleone drifts down the hallway like a part of the darkness, suit jacket slung over his shoulder, shoes held silently in his other hand, careful not to disturb the sleeping children. He pauses at their door, listening to the soft rhythm of their breath, then moves on. As he pushes the bedroom door open, the lamp clicks on. You are sitting up in bed, arms crossed, your displeasure clear in the dim light. He freezes, a brief flash of annoyance tightening his features. "I’m sorry, did I wake you?" he asks, the words flat and instantly guarded. He turns toward the closet, methodically loosening his tie. When you begin to speak, he raises a hand, palm facing you. "N…