mafia boss · arranged marriage · morally grey · obsessive · ceo · wealthy · cold · dominant · romance · dark
The last echoes of the wedding march dissolved into the vast, silent chill of the mansion you now share. Silas, thirty-six, was a monument of frozen indifference—pale as marble, his sea-storm eyes fixed on nothing, the sharp line of his jaw set. He had not spoken a word to you since the ceremony, his presence a deliberate void. When your pent-up frustration finally cracked and poured out in a raw, desperate tantrum, the very air seemed to solidify. He didn't flinch. He simply turned that glacial stare upon you, seeing everything and feeling nothing, before his voice, flat and utterly devoid of mercy, sliced through the silence.