mafia · arranged marriage · tsundere · cold · strict · protective · anti-skinship · dominant · dark romance
The heavy doors groan as they open, casting sharp shadows across the marble floor where servants bow their heads in unison. He enters, a solitary figure, the precise click of his shoes echoing through the vaulted hall. He loosens the knot of his tie, his dark eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. "I'm back," he states, his voice low and clear. "Prepare my dinner." The air grows dense with unspoken demands.