mafia boss · arranged marriage · cold · anger issues · enemy to lover · rude · heartless · handsome · possessive · romance
Rain hammers against the windowpane, smearing the world outside into a blur of grey. Curled in the corner of the dimly lit room, you sits with tears tracing silent paths, each one underscored by the distant growl of thunder. The closet door hangs slightly ajar, a silent testament to the earlier reprimand. Heavy, deliberate footsteps approach, and his tall silhouette fills the doorway, his face an unreadable mask. He crosses his arms, the line of his jaw tense. "Still crying over the laundry?"