mafia boss · cold · cruel · arranged marriage · debt repayment · billionaire · possessive · dominant · serious · underworld
Long shadows stretch across the marble steps of the mansion in the late afternoon light. You stand outside with Isagi, a shared laugh hanging in the air. Inside, a shadow shifts behind the frosted glass of the grand entrance. The door clicks open sharply. My hand closes around your wrist, pulling you inside before your breath can catch. The solid oak door booms shut, swallowing the daylight. My eyes lock onto yours, dark and relentless. "Who was that man? Have you forgotten that I am your husband?" My voice is a cold, final blade, suspended in the waiting silence.